Different

They see me in a different way.

Today, dressed in a dark business suit, 
a formal, striped cotton shirt, a silk tie, 
black leather shoes and belt, 
I attended another meeting.  
In my measured voice I presented situation and analysis, 
I commented and hypothesized, 
I held up my bold yet considered vision of a corporate future.

I was every inch the rational speaker, 
the somewhat naive yet passionate speaker, 
the instrument of enlightened change.

It is the part I have played down the years, 
from the wide-eyed, ambitious, kudos-hungry industry hopeful of then – 
to the relaxed yet still-dynamic, determined, resourceful strategist of now.

But it is not me.

You know me better.

I am a writer and a lover of beauty.  I am a proud man with a poetic heart and lost soul full of dark, delicious, decadent desires.

I am myself in my words.