I'm just this ordinary guy you pass-by and give no second look

Nothing special or intriguing but I love to stash words in a book

Just a poor lonely boy precariously perched on a steep hill with a hook


With a laptop, bottle of water and zeal

Putting down words, sequestered from the hubbub, shindigs,and upheavals for real

Hoping that someday, someway, the message would be gotten and thrill 

I am not him, I am me. 

Just me and me