I am…the misfit piece of a jigsaw puzzle;
The pentagon peg in a square hole.
I am…the speckled blossom in a pure white bouquet;
The flaw in beautiful perfection.
I am…the gray paper doll in the dazzling ballroom;
The obtrusive rip in a storybook.
I am…the rusted spring that causes the clock to stop;
The worn-out part of life’s cycle.
I am…the silent stony sentinel of a cathedral;
The unheard rise of incense.
I am…the gibberish yelled by a mad man;
The logic of seeming insanity.
I am…the smile of a clown crying himself to sleep;
The laugh to mask inner pain.
I am…the idiot with an imagination and no will;
The daydream never to meet fruition.