-Me?-
I am-
That is-
What for?
Because.
For whom it matters?
I haven't a clue.
For those who banter?
Off to big Blue.
My life is filled,
With Music and Wit.
My only problem,
Is whom to share it with.
He, me, she, they,
It doesn't matter either way.
For us or for them,
We'll never really know when.
I end this with questions:
What does it matter to me?
Or, for that matter, to you?
Only time can ultimately see.
*I wrote this poem this morning waiting for my bus. I'm not sure where the inspiration derived from or why I wrote this. All I know is that it possibly gives an idea of my true personality, the real Gray Spam that I got hidden under this swagger and poise. Hope you enjy, tell me all your problems with this, and please, come again!
