on wearing black and being a beatnik...

so walking along in my head,
snapping my fingers to my own rhythm,
i contemplate wearing black (which i always do),
and to chanting a poem, succinctly, i am cool.

i think i am sometimes just too way ahead,
and the crowd wants me to just confine,
to grow to the natural speed of a 4th gear,
i choose instead to ease back into 2nd.

it allows me to just be,
apart from the greed,
a part of the powers that be,
and i feel myself healing at my own pace.

so i say to you, boldly and with conviction,
snapping my fingers, cruising along,
accept me, do, i am merely me,
but i am so here to stay, ME.