So I met the oneThe ladies call him, Neo The OneGood all around kindHas it allWell it looks that wayI just ran into him again at the Cafe'He was seated by that same olde antique window over looking the harborI 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 wasSomething very unique about his styleThe curly rockish Mohawk and the look fits like a glove on his big round head,What a forehead and little chinWhy did I look again? He waved my over to come see himI went to say "Hello" and exchange wordsThe short conversation was awkwardMy new shameHe 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 returnI just didn't get the energy, he then explains that what I see is not what it seemsAnd maybe what I want to know more of.....Is not for me to understandBy that point I felt like we were reenacting the Matrix and he became Morpheus with the mystery speechesWell the conversation went more left than I can handleAnd so I kindly ended the chatThe hug he gave me was abrupt, I mean the aura wasAbnormalMainly 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 differentNo onePeace to the One though
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