Sometimes I like to go undercover

And hide myself from me

I can't go out in public

And allow myself to be free

Then I would be exposed 

and everyone knows how that goes

Subject to relationship and conversation

Responsibility and intervention 

With friend and foe.

I would be outed for sure

And discover myself

Something I'm desperately trying not to do

I wouldn't even tell myself secrets

Or stories or things near and dear

Not enough courage and too much fear

To appear

To myself

So candid and bold

I'd rather hide until I get old

It's a tricky sort of thing being 

A trickster on self

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

Not in the shadows

Nor in the sun

There’s got to be a way

I’ll find it I’m sure

Maybe I’ll set a trap

With a great big lore

That’ll do it

I’ll prove it

To no one

Not even to me

Because you see

That would jeopardize me

Hush….

Quiet….

Stay low

Move slow

Don’t make a peep

So I can sneak

And slip one by

I’ll never expect it

Because it’s just me and I

 

* image by Norbert, Gertrude and Chuck