Most peoples rituals?
Buttoning top to bottom,
Pizza on Fridays.
My rituals?
Bombarding those I know
With preposterous queries.
It’s just what’s in this mind
That wants out.
What colour is your letter A?
What colour is your imaginary dragon?
Rather have horns or a tail?
Favourite food ethnicity?
Rather be deaf or blind?
Rather freeze or burn to death?
I grow weary of small talk
I find it just so little.
I want to learn what shapes
A person’s thoughts
And which hilltop
Their compass says is north.
Make your thoughts work
Make one nerve ending stretch
To unknown territory to reach the next
Unusual shapes just to bridge that gap.
Learn your favourite word in nineteen languages.
Don’t be a lazy suzan,
Spinning the same ideas round and round.
I bore of the weather,
I bore of sports.
But to discuss something
Never discussed before
That just might interest.
– Vagabond Prophet
– Bonus points for anybody who answers those questions for me, I think my co-workers are getting tired of me pestering them.
Vagabond Prophet 