Not So Ordinary People

Regular people either get a halt or a nod.
In highways, we either move in green,slow down in orange and heed to red for a full stop.
There’s that dancing man who signals you when exactly to cross and you have a clock to beat.
The streets will always provide a whistle or a beep.

There’s always a prompt.
You always get life as it is.

But maybe I am no regular.

Cos other people get a yes or a no.
A hi or just go.
Hang on or let go.
There’s always a clear yes or no.

I’d like to put it in a way that I see the good in this crazy life.
Would rather succumb to this delight than be eaten by the greyness of the night.
Laugh in the dark.
Shake off all the fright.

Maybe the One UP THERE loves to see the beauty I throw up in the midst of obscurity.
To be stuck in in-betweens and unsettling I don’t know’s.
Maybe the angels are giggling when I stay quiet by this sheer ambiguity.
as others receive a moving on note …I get a laugh and an innocent nope.

They say rejection is mean and bad and unfair.
I guess the absence of answer is some cross they never had the chance to bear.

xx