Reverie

Fitting in while sticking out…my little lonely trait.
This thing that I do so well…it pays for its own freight.

The world outside lingers safe in my cerebellum.
My frontal lobe populates more than I could tell ‘em.

Fourth of July fireworks at every new reveal.
If you could glimpse what I see, you’d know that it is real.

Though my life is a revolution on the inside;
That’s just where it is…so, unwittingly, there I hide.

Mind-exhausting implosion flashes thru blood & gut.
I stir from my spell that no one noticed & say, “what?”.