Fun loving extroverts, playing mischief
In our minds, are thoughts, and will never lead us
To the shy introvert, called by many names
Any pseudonym will do, after all they are just sounds
Even when softly whispered, wrong words
Cause great damage, extroverted thoughts rarely forgive
We live and walk this great divide, the choice is ours
Who to follow? The introvert within or thoughts which promise
The world, the followers of the mind fall into a darker abyss
Than the one that hides the inner introvert
The choice isn’t hard, but is rarely made, disparate as fire and ice
Words can define, but can never reach, where a true introvert resides
