In my mind,
If I fail to surmise
In societal strife,
I wonder how
The Lavender Bowtie
And my pride
Might unravel.
A sign that reads
"Alms please,"
Hiding haunted
In a fragile shell
Of humility
And timidity
At every strange
New set of shoes.
The passersby
Of spotlight shuffle
In a rush away,
Perhaps feeling
Rather the same.