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Diffident
Diffident
I had a dream
to be an extrovert,
I opened a café and
when people came I didn´t know
how to behave
so I told them to get lost.
I had a beautiful café… clean
and empty and I said to myself
tomorrow I will not be shy
open it and welcome guests.
but I never got around opening it again.
My sister´s boy
was like me he made furniture,
beautiful pieces – an artist.
He opened a shop trying to sell his stuff,
but when people came
he hid in one of his wardrobes
and did´t come out before prospective
costumers had gone.
It is tough to be paralyzing shy,
once in Paris, France, I was reading poetry
on a stage, so petrified
I had no idea what I was doing there
so I ran out and drowned in
the Parisian night.
Full of whisky and valium I danced
tango on a table and didn´t fall off.
Which goes to prove that?
an introvert is a person who has lost
the key to his inner self.
Copyright ©
Jan Oskar Hansen
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