Odds Uneven Poem by Matthew Holloway

I am not at odds with the world
nor is it at odds with me
I often tend be elsewhere
writing upon a different page
another chapter another verse
this should not be called strange
or questioned nor explained
a writer, a poet, the artist soul
all it is, is natural
look not with quizzical eyes
or seek to rationalise
I am not at odds with the world
nor is it at odds with me
I shall be found elsewhere
sleeping on a different page