An Interactive Poem... Poem by Sebastian Soberania

this is just a hobby
that is the surface of it that one tells to his friends who ask
why is he doing it
thinking perhaps that there must be a deeper meaning to that hobby
or pastime that they need to know
that
'who knows? ' they are curious
that this is simply the surface of a psychological illness
that feigns as a pastime
and must then be subjected to a professional scrutiny

but he insists, 'there is nothing wrong! ' with a scream now
and so they suspect something else
that must have bothered him

'is he ill? ' they roll the rumor in their tongues
not a secret but a public scandal now for he is by all means
a handsome man
with a promising career
a flamboyant social animal
with discriminating taste
for anything from women to art to
politics

he continue to do what he like
(and this i cannot tell you as to what it really is
for i pity him
that soon the truth may come out
and he may
like a Sphinx be killed by his own
wits
not lies
a principle that when the truth is
revealed
someone must reign
as the other must die
and vanish)

this is a long story

but let him finish is for us
somehow
there is truth to both
they are right
and he too is right
and no one is wrong
except perhaps
i, who writes about it
and you
who keeps reading about it
and making conclusions
as an independent mind

wanting beforehand
our own
preconceived answers

now we are two fools
minding about other
people's business
for in truth whatever it is
they will never mind us
both.