I Am Childlike Not Childish

I am the ultimate fabricated furious me Hiding my weathered, worn, wonderful sides Pulling out the slow downs, hoe downs and stops Dropping myself cleverly into convenience paths Of newness and wise women truths I am readily unafraid to reveal my whole self to others Insane? Of course, I am, in many directions. But in the ways that matter, I am quintessentially sane. Normal? What is that? I scoff and throw back my head. Do not tamper my enthusiasm and exuberance. I am childlike, not childish. The guidelines I give myself are used often. I am full of wonder and joy. Don’t let my physical appearance fool you.