A Work In Progress
I don't have to be a monk,
tucked away on some far off mountain,
to feel the profound joy
of contemplation.
Nor do I have to be a party animal
to laugh at ridiculous jokes,
during game night
in the company of cherished friends.
Flip me all you want
I will either land on heads or tails.
In any case I'm still a coin
and you can't take that from me.
I am not a frog
for your meticulous dissection.
Prod if you dare, but there's no guarantee
you won't get hit in the eye
because you got too close to some obscure artery.
I am not rock, paper or scissors.
My hand would rather hold a pen
for the weaving of a path,
than stoop to mere imitation.
I admit my eccentricities like to run away with me
but that's okay - I enjoy a good chase
I am pleasing to the eye no doubt
but no - I am not just some pretty face
There will always be one side of me
that outshines all the rest -
like a diamond glinting in the sun.
Nonetheless I like to think my various personalities
resembles a tray of Dunkin' Donuts.
It's physically impossible to just pick one.
Be warned though,
you have to have real stomach
to take me all at once.
Don't you know overindulgence can lead to heart attacks?
And no, I'm not a saint.
When it comes to my downfalls,
even a nerd like me isn't bothered
to roll up my sleeves and do the math.
I am a work in progress,
something you can't sum up in a few words.
It's like the four basic food groups,
to live off only one is just plain absurd.
I am not one nor the other,
but Yin and Yang
- much like an atom,
if you cut me in half
get ready for the bang.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013
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