So I met the one
The ladies call him, Neo

The One

Good all around kind
Has it all

Well it looks that way

I just ran into him again at the Cafe'
He was seated by that same olde antique window over looking the harbor

I was spotted glancing as I waited on line for a gingerbread latte

He waved and I waved back, but after all these years I realized there was
Something very unique about his style

The curly rockish Mohawk and the look fits like a glove on his big round head,
What a forehead and little chin

Why did I look again? He waved my over to come see him

I went to say "Hello" and exchange words

The short conversation was awkward
My new shame

He mentioned "What's the chase?"
I spoke "it's not a chase it's just me admiring your weirdness"

"Weirdness? Ohhh honey girl, you haven't really seen anything , you see the tamed me" Neo says in return

I just didn't get the energy, he then explains that what I see is not what it seems
And maybe what I want to know more of.....

Is not for me to understand

By that point I felt like we were reenacting the Matrix and he became Morpheus with the mystery speeches

Well the conversation went more left than I can handle
And so I kindly ended the chat

The hug he gave me was abrupt, I mean the aura was
Abnormal

Mainly I think he could be going through some situations in the mind,
But in the World we live in today.....

Who's so perfect to judge?anyone that's deemed different


No one

Peace to the One though