Enjoy the Silence.

I dont mean to get irate when you're asking me questions
When I'm sectioning thoughts  
Visiting new dimensions  
But im reading a book weaved by my imagination
Thinking of various scenarios
Following intricate machinations  
 
There may be two or three concepts grinding inside of my head
I'll pause one and continue another thought as it makes progress
I may seem stoic or that im not paying attention
But to get angry with my lack of response is simply contentious  
 
I am no dancing monkey here to entertain
When I create it is to excite my wanting brain
You expect a different measure every time these fingers lay
As if to scoff at a composer for not delivering another play  
 
My silence offends like a host refusing to be food
When sometimes we need a break to explore that which controls mood
So if im sitting in a corner laughing to myself amused
Fuck off and stop trying to tell me what to fuckin do.