I am the odd among predictable…
Urban sheep play follow the leader
while I chase dreams with ink.
I see questions in the middle of answers,
moonlight on a sunny day, bouquets in drought…
For every corner in a box
my muse has a route of escape.
Insane performs the same failure
believing next time will bring success….
Perhaps I am the new normal?
©Susie Clevenger 2014