Benched

 
I'm sitting to the left of common sense  
Although this may come at great expense  
As common sense is right of right  
From an opposite perspective  
Where right opposite left  
Lies eyes  
Which puts me somewhere  
In the middle  
Of a midnight dribble  
But I can hold me own  
As I see them  
For what they are  
In this plight  
Without Moonlight  
I remain invisible  
Will to become  
Invincible  
Brave  
In the face of fear  
Is it tear or tear  
That brings us near  
To some beginning  
As I see it  
We are what we are  
As close as we are afar  
My mind is ajar  
Welcome
To my humble bench
Let me get rid of the stench