every person in the world is a mass of contradictions, not just us, ”arty types”

This is my rollercoaster mind
Sometimes petty, sometimes profound
My chaotic funfair soul
Full of love and calm and good dreams
Full of rage, confusion and nightmares

I find the cliff edge beautiful
But only want to fly when sleeping
I find glory in the clutter
And serenity in the spartan

There are nights when only bubblegum tacky horror will do
And nights when I crave the difficult, the layered
Nights when I need the comfortable old fashioned
And nights when I need the unsettlingly modern

I can be as fragile as a bully
Sometimes strong as a well written poem
Default setting is just silly, with a dash of angst
Clumsy and shy but can surprise when I need to

I am mostly lost, hoping to be found
Opinionated, but a damn good listener
No idea where I’m heading
Telling a million stories of places I’ve been

I am talented and lazy, wasteful and crazy
Drifting through life, an idiot, a genius
Depends who is watching and how much I care.

And I really just
Make it up
As I go.