Most days pass somewhat normally. Others take me
Through a cognitive twilight zone where I exist
Not as solid and real in this physical plane
As all others. And, knowing that this sounds insane,
Should I take full advantage (if I can’t resist)
Of my most selfish instincts while others don’t see?
I can disappear instantly then reappear
Sometimes seemingly in more than one time and space.
Like a giant scale quark or a chameleon
I can often trick people. I could call it fun
Were I sure there’s no danger of undue disgrace
For unnoticed behavior performed in the clear.
People often can’t see me. How I see the glass
Is half full of potential as I form a lens
That reflects my humanity in the same light
All are illuminated in. This fresh insight
Leaves me not so transparent that notice depends
On how much an enigma can imitate class.