Parley

I have an internal script that I’m a breaker of things.
A disrupter even when I’ve no idea what’s going on.

I can’t see the world the way everyone else does.
So I never understand or conform to their unspoken expectations.

I’m reluctant to join organizations.
I always seem to pull back curtains I didn’t know were there.

If I sense an arbitrary bubble, I’ll gingerly step away.
Lest I challenge something with my metal.

However, there’s an opposite script as well.
Because I’m often a missing solution.

Help no one thought would come.
The stand-in-the-gap—because someone must.
And I don’t know any better not to.

I see what most do not.
Pose questions most haven’t considered.
Some have called me a muse.

And I guess I wouldn’t give up those roles.

I’m unsure why these parts play on the stage of my life.

It’s not comfortable.
Given a choice, I certainly would not choose to stand out.

But at least there’s a balance to this divergence.