Read between the lines

Don't you try to read between the lines !

With that thick fedora of yours

Crowning your skull,

And thicker lenses

Clouding your vision.

A stranger in your own world

The king of misfits

Are you trying to know me?

Then know that I will not be easily known.

The likes of me stay concealed,

Awaiting those with more welcoming minds.

I'm not for you, who are crammed with ideals,

And wear judgement hats of all kinds.

But if you are one of those kindred spirits,

And me is who you seek,

Then perhaps I will come

In that trance-like stupor

Where reality segues into the unreal

When your eyes close softly

Of their own accord,

I may pay you a visit

In that dreamy world,

You might then know me

Till then, let the night take over.

So, this is the second time my dear little brother has served as my muse and led me to write gibberish. That hat of his sure has some tricks up its sleeve!