A familiar pattern embraces me once more.
The clatter of shoes on a concrete universe,
The frustration in the race to be first plain to see.
As the harassed hordes make their way to daily toil.
You don't know me.
Our paths collide in the summer sizzle,
Brains full of caffeine and subservience to The Man.
I notice your incredulous stare, crumpled mouth,
Looking as though you wish to see right through me.
You will never understand the real me.
My smile is an enigma to you,
The joy is very real, despite how it appears,
I've been a poet of eloquence for the last decade,