my name

so strange my life must seem,
haunted by foolishness
i cannot deny or comprehend;
contrary to my whole being,
addiction.

quietly i have led this life,
never pausing for very long,
but free within myself;
waiting in silent thought
for significance.

among the myriad hours
spent in self reflection;
inspection- critical and calm,
a sense of familiarity
sets me at ease.

only by irony's signature
have i composed so many words
bearing the marks of my soul;
an intimacy introspective held
at gun point.

with no need for connections
the little beauties unnoticed
provide all my fascination;
my love affair with life
mutually understood.