Like others I am generally wrong, not right,

In life I seem to insanely lose sight,

My mind does seem to take endless flight,

Seems rarely do I come down & alight…

My reality is purged by some unseen blight,

No I guess I am in no way a white knight,

Far from it I do assume, I tend towards the dark of night,

No middle ground, just black & white…

Sometimes, like now, it shows up in what I write,

Cautiously then I wonder if I am all that bright,

I should just float away on a silken kite,

But not to worry, this is as it always will be, my personal plight,

From which I will end it with this good night...