Black Is White Poem by Mike Smith

The common assumption in regard to my current situation is that I am not thinking clearly and that my every move and decision is made in an incalculable swirl of confusion, animosity, and irresponsibility.
I can't control the perceptions of such assumptions.I am merely one man with a vision of the future which is clouded or unforeseen by the assumers of which I refer to.
My thoughts are uncommon and misunderstood.When I try to convey them they are met with either confusion, hostility, or persecution.My actions are misinterpreted.Seen as some spur of the moment event for which there is no logical reasoning.In response to these misinterpretations my action become less reasonable.
It is a compounding cycle of good will and cleverness being mistaken for conniving trickery and lunacy.The more I sense I am being treated unfairly, the more I begin acting in an uncharacteristicly aggresive way.
It's complex to the point of indefinability.Most people can't and won't ever understand or come to terms with it.
I am not most people.I am me myself and I.And we are not confused by what is going on around us.
I am seeking a path which is winding and narrow and not thoroughly mapped by even the ones who've already traversed it.Not all those who wander are lost said the grey wizard.
Gypsy, vegabond,hobo,call it what you will.I crave anonymity and simultaneously a fleeting legendary status.Enigmatic in a way that I simply can't be only one thing.I want fame and notoriety.Wealth and poverty.Good looks and atrocious appearance.Fine clothes and jewelry and rags and worthless trinkets.Sports cars and rust buckets.Loudspeakers and muted voice.Running shoes and shackles.Armani suits and straight jackets.Bi-focals and 20-20 vision.Labor and rest.Soreness and comfort.Density and buoyancy.Royalty and jeaterhood.Dictation and free speech.Scripts and impromptu.Highways and game trails.Body armor and bare skin.
I want to be whatever I feel I need to be at any given moment.I am.Others find this hard to believe.They see it as a flaw, a lack of character and fortitude of mind; an unsoundness of being.An inferiority.A handicap.A crippling.
Others will say and think and do as they will.Me, myself and I will do as we must and hope that the decisions we've made don't lead down roads of treachery and discomfort, but rather paths of fruitfulness and abundance.
There is no single clear route ahead.The way is muddled in a plethora of obstacles and nuances I don't today have time to explain.What I can and will say is this:whichever turn I take, whatever detours and delays and distractions I encounter?I will deal with them accordingly.
I have that capability.Most don't.And that's why my said "inferiority" is at its core my greatest strength.
I go with the flow.I ebb and eddy and duldrum and flood and rise and fall and change direction without warning.I do it with great effort and consideration, yet with thoughtlessness and instinctual shortsightedness.
I care not to be considered anything more than what I know myself to be.A creature of this planet we call earth doing its best to make it through to the next day.
Confoundedly complex yet serenely simple.
Think what you will.Do what you may.Choose what you want.And seek what you desire.
And while you're at it, don't mind me as I do the same.