I’m from a quiet suburban; too city for the country, but too country for the city. I’m a kind of shy guy, never worry about the why’s, but aim for the highs and try to fly. I don’t dance, ‘cause I can’t dance, can’t find the groove to move so I just move to groove. I’m the kind that cares about fair, but fair is rare, and I will always fare with care. You might notice I have a way to say, and sometimes I can say a lot and say nothing and say little and say everything. My thoughts call the shots and don’t always have the best aim, my heart calls the heart in things but doesn’t always use moderation; solve a crossword with the passion of love and flipping-table anger and not even realize yet that the answer was already filled in. I spot the details and miss the obvious, tell a friend about their newest haircut and yet miss that that’s been new since last week. I do some things in moderation but require a heavy amount of moderation because I censored my censors and now I talk before I chew.
I’ll try to keep adding to this: it’s a fair read, and needs more wordplay and rhythm.
