I fade into the background willingly
Unrecognizable as long as I’m still
I don’t stand out willingly
Not hot nor warm but chill
Most chirp like birds and receive their worm
I sit and let the worm come to me
I like things on my own terms
While others want all that they see
Perhaps I should change and join the crowd
Speak out first and think later
I let my ideas form like a cloud
I am my own speculator
Perhaps one day I will damn well change
On second thought I’ll probably stay the same
2-26-21

© Brittany Pottmeyer