Me and the Wall

Me and the wall Like an imaginary friend when we were a child. My thoughts bounce off the wall and then get filed. Mrs. Beasley, Shilo, and Winnie the Pooh. No matter what you said, they believed it was true. My wall let's me figure it out with me and God. And it's funny, but I never end up feeling odd. And as I sit here amidst all the reflections. Somewhere inside I'm ok with the recollections. Having thoughts that no one else interrupts. Allows time and space where nothing corrupts. And in the process of sorting through the muck. Insight and common sense prevails with any luck. Introverts and extroverts and everything between. Hopefully, you mean what you say, when you say what you mean. Cause when this world get's it's way and in your head. Sometimes, come what may, it's their thoughts instead. So, hello old friend, it's you and me till the end. We've travelled many avenues and around the bend. Somehow I'm ok with the way things turned out. Reflective perspective has removed most of the doubt.