Treading softly to and fro

With no hint of sorrow

No trace of remorse

For the evening before

 

All that transpired

Between minutes and hours

Seem insignificantly pointless

Mourning is logically moot

 

So there I was

A pedestrian in a stagnant world

The only moving body

In that peaceful stillness

 

The agent of chaos

To the normalcy of life

For I am a contradiction

An enshrouded rapscallion

 

Because behind this smile and sweetness

Lurks a frivolous, knavish

And malevolent guise

That few will know

 

And even fewer will understand...