My grass is greener than you think

Strange it may seem;

so alien to you.

The shock of seeing the flying spiders,

or the coconut pools.

~

Its just my paradise

the glow of uniqueness.

My rock-solid shells with

my cosy cushioned centres.

~

Perhaps I'm colour blind-

for I tell you, your blues are my yellows.

And perhaps I'm a loner-

for I condemn all good fellows.

~

But worry not for my peace of mind,

for disaster spells my haven.

Its my accustomed element,

for slumbering through the hastened.

~

Taboo may be my lifestyle,

but only cos ...

my lifestyle is simply mine.

Do not empathise for you know not my mind.

I'm just ignoring all landmines

and awaiting the wraith of bittersweet time...