My best

I don't have time

to care what the world thinks.

Sometimes I dance with the wind.

Not a graceful, poetic dance; but awkward, arms

flapping

feet nearly trip

tripping.

An idiot playing make-believe - that is me

when I am at my best.

 I don't have time

 to care what the world thinks.

I cry over a loss that no one should have to bare;

and moan to drown out the emptiness.

Not a romantic, Romeo cry; but embarrassing,

hiccough

tears and red faced lament.

A sap crushed by a woman's smile — that is me

when I am at my best.