Hopelessly Adrift

 

Let’s say, I was to walk out in public bent into this shape:

it would be concluded that I was a half-wit;

from posture alone!

And let’s say my hair is unkempt and

I’m wearing a big black overcoat, hanging open;

people would cross the road.

If, on the other hand, I retrieve a kitten from the depths of the coat:

they’ll consider me harmless, away in the head,

still better avoided.

And, with all of that, if I appear to be perfectly happy in myself,

I’ll be discounted as a pitiful poor soul,

hopelessly adrift from reality.