Say I’m intense
Depends on my mood
An abundance of intellect
Mind rather crude

Doesn’t it all come down?
To our inherent wish
Beans on toast
Or a succulent dish

All in control
Of our reality
How others see us
Our insecurity

Thoughts within
Innermost desire
When do we say it?
Turn the candle to a fire

Can go through life
Never know it’s there
Others can see
And some don’t care

Main course with chilli
Dessert is ice cream
Have to experience it all
Mediocre with extreme

Mark Scotchford © 29/01/2017


About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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