Blessed to be a Blessing...
I'm an old man in a young man's body who wishes and often acts like a little boy
My soul is tired of these temperamental games; I wish to start over from the begining
I'm not trying to be different; I was born lacking the common sense common to everyone else
So I created a brand of the SELF: People who are different ARE there is no need to TRY
If my idiosyncrasies are nothing but personalized ironies; and by most estimations they are
Then linearity and logic does little when I am but a paradox; therefore complexity is a necessary evil
I am an enigma wrapped in a conundrum, shrouded by mystery and dipped in dark chocolate
There