On My Part Of The Spectrum It's A Rhapsody In Blue Poem by Andy Brookes

I wonder if wondering is good or that wandering is the better option?

OK so I'm meandering that happens on my part of the spectrum.
yeah humdrum but factual as a fractal patterns altruistic with a dash of sympathy.
I am told that maybe I'm slightly autistic which does wonders for my ego
autism it's not what is cracked up to be bee as busy as a busy bee.

But being at the shallow end, I cope, fit in, though................I have difficulty in joining the dots
the world is sometimes a mystery, I pretend I'm normal, whatever that is.

there I go again wandering off to Dixie and off the subject, off the beaten track.
who I ask beat it? and am in fact subject to depression,
that little black dog dogs my foot steps
the pills I refuse to take are not making me better
non compliant they call it but they make me sick and I'm sick of being sick.
they just mask symptoms and as sympathetic as I am to symptoms a symptom of my condition.

Syndrome that's a great word like, symptomatic, idiopathic.
keep up............ I digress but to a point I would like to point out.

out of step, I step outputting on my happy maskto mask my feelings.
face the world as a faceless person, a chameleon.

the tress weep rain drops so raining on my parade.

watching the notes form in the Bach sonata in my head blue notes.
upping and downing.
C scaling the heights dipping to the low Es
just like my depression which I live with, a dear companion,
that has cost me dear. go E low E high andlo and behold so there you have it.