Being Me

If you should call with wishing
And get no answer or replying
It's cause I am out fishing
Busy being me for denying

The love I could, has always been
And the love I would, my significant gift
Is ever inside of me, paraded and seen
Now working for my good, my welcomed shift

Run with the same crowds, as of ole
Worth your greatest weeping, so you've told
Eat in candle light with them, as the bold
Who have no safe keeping, from the cold

I have no cure, for lover bandits
For any self poison, applied lavishly
Nor guard well, shaky dependents
Doors with no hinges, relied foolishly

Should you call, err tide befall
And get no answer, for your trouble
Nothing personal, no nothing at all
I am busy being me, on the double

My lonely nights from thoughts of the missing
Hold not treats or threats, for their pressing
All oceans have paths, and stars a sky's, kissing
And silence is my friend in spite it's testing

Five billion people, the world over
Surely one has doors for safe keeping
The opposite sex may in me discover
Competition in my shadow, and warmth her weeping