While I moved a round 

Ball

My esteemed guests had one

No question about it 

Their worries were swept to the side 

I wept inside and pushed aside of me

That I didn’t want to 

To the forefront 

My storefront has a welcome mat,

But 

The cave where I hide my chest is treasured 

I took no pleasure in that 

Then I took all that I was owed

And built awareness

When others were more concerned 

On starting separate foundations -

On more than one occasion 

I asked about the blurred lines,

Not wanting to get into the Thicke of things

I still walked on thin layer  

While talking 

About the next move