On the way to a Matchless Gig.

[whybother12]

I never make a big deal of it,
the more you do, the worse it is,

Best to just be
completely normal
about the whole thing,
Pretend it's just another day
at the office,

After 7 years of it,
the butterflies are at peace,
still alive,
still flapping to exist,
yet under a spell
that can't be measured
in skill or bravado,

I often wonder how
the other people
feel,
Those who know me,
those who hate me,
Do I still offend
even when I'm entertainment,
am I, rather, are we
entertainment?

Even today, when my mind
should be as keen as crosshairs,
I still find time to write,
because this is how I
put the butterflies to sleep.