Who could it?

[ever_here]

Somewhere, there's someone a lot like me.
I know it.
A pensive heart lacking in common sense
and lost without a flashlight.

If I creep into the brain's attic
ever so slowly
ever so quickly
I'll dust the cobwebs and begin convention.

Above the lightbulbs
My eyesores were floored.
Air is thicker than gossip
is thicker than what's real.

Someone like those who
were too scared to shut me up.
But they'd bring
a tube of rubber cement.