The Comfy Middle

It's as if I am one part simple and humble,

And two parts very proud of how humble I am.
Attempting to speak my mind, I sometimes stumble.
Lofty, transcendent man or hollow hologram?

In my efforts to intrigue, entice, and impress,
The spotlight reveals something stuck between my teeth.
So much for my platform of illusive noblesse.
Let the stars shine like stars; I belong underneath.

And yet, self-deprecation need not be my theme.
Nor am I an indecipherable riddle,
Chasing a glitzy dream, trapped in a grandeur scheme.
Relax; simplify; enjoy the comfy middle.

© 2019 David Acosta