I am an introvert. So, naturally I live in my fortress
I remain independent. Responsible for my own mess
I have built around me an unobtrusive moat
Judgements rocking my beat-up boat
Are scrutinized before allowed to enter
Courteous civilities at the periphery. Me in the center
I have friends select and few. Relationships to anew
I am not so adept at. Each conversation is under review
Weather talk and irrelevant banter I just cannot humor
I take existence rather seriously. Or at least that’s the rumor
Life is no book, open and shut for all to read and tell
If you try to pry in mine, I simply return to my shell
It’s not as if I can’t apprehend people or comprehend life
I investigate idiosyncrasies, I appreciate all its strife
Expansive emotions expressed extensively
Simply do not come easily to me
I need my space. I need my place wherein to reside
Behind silent sighs and soft smiles, I camouflage and hide
A good book, a kadak chai. A decent device with internet
Loose comfy clothes which hide me. And a writing set
Soaking in the beauty of nature is not measured as platitude
An introvert’s kit is essentially all about a fulfilling solitude
Country roads take me home to the place I belong
Is it any wonder I love this ageless Denver song
Lovely