In trying to be human...
I am at a loss.
It would seem by my peers
I hold myself above those I would speak to openly to.
Too lofty are my words,
intimidating my purpose or unmitigated affect
though I can't help what other's think
I had little to start with
I have made what I have from scratch.
I say why can't others do the same!
I try to inspire,
but somehow it all goes wrong.
talent becomes a two edged knife
upon which I commit social seppuku
I beg the pardon of the masses
though in the end it matters not at all
It isn't like T.S. Elliot
I don't forbid those who don't understand
though in understanding
in the end its all the same
I won't stop
a foolish thing to rest a pen
but if you have instruction
simple steps to simply speak
I have quite forgotten how
I would hear discourse to that end
and perhaps be more at one
with those I have considered family