A Penchant For Raving

34 million people in the world
Tell me to walk in one way
The rest of them congratulated me
On sitting and counting all those
Who had formed opinions about me.

6 strings in the guitar
Draw me out of the closet to
Sit still and focus
Till music is formed in my brain.

4 words from my lips pulled out
The soul within to empty
The vessel seldom seen.

I lose myself in her expression
And draw to close my penchant for raving,
I walk across the carpet and face her, arms crossed,
silently staring.