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.
I walk with the spirits of the passed at my side
today it seems, Jesus chose to match my stride
for when the moment came, and it was my turn to speak
I did as he did, and turned the other cheek
after a fashion, for i am not that man, ’tis a fact
for I don’t know that I could again do that