I fancy a place quiet and dim
but not the ocean—
those waters are looking rather grim.

I fancy a time,
but not yet night or day.
Somewhere in between is where I want to stay.

I fancy no confidant.
I want to be alone and independent
with nothing to flaunt.

And that's how I want to feel.
Then those people can really be dear.
But I'm afraid I've lost my zest and zeal.
So, the next time I make cookies from scratch,
I’ll add more to my ingredients.
And put peppers in the batch.

© SteelBlue