You are what I’d call,
slightly,definitively, off the wall.

Bouncing happily too and fro,
acting as if you didn’t know.

I hope not to offend, but soon
this bouncing will have to end.

And though,my dear, you are rather little,
you will have to settle
in the middle.

The middle is where we all will end,
Not an enemy, not a friend.

What are your thoughts about this?

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