“You are not typical…” he said

Typical?

I guess not.
I am the kind to
wonder from the well lit road
look past the place,
where the stars shine,
curious about the darkness
behind.

Typical?

Maybe, as I always
tumbledown canyons
crawl through plateaus
climb mountains
reaching the top
jagged bruised and bloody.

Typical?

I think I am.
I keep falling
chasing the shadows.
I guess I am just not
your typical expectation
of me.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy