I have re written this,
the mind has rewrote
many more times.
The flaws I have,
the weakness in me.
The things I truly hate about myself
and trying to change.
And I ask why?
Does it really make
a difference to anyone else?
Granted stupidity is contagious,
but the issues I try to resolve
are on the inside.
The outside is far worse.
The advertisement couldn't
sell sand to a man in the middle
of the Sahara Desert.
But here I am.
The same jagged and unkept
guy who stands here.
I can't say I have everything worked out,
I don't have the qualities one looks for,
the wants that are "requirements" thse days.
I am not that calendar guy,
no smooth moves,
nothing that remotely says
I am sought after.
I often think about the
guys who do have what is
being sought.
Many do not have those
secondary qualities,
the ones that matter more.
I guess once they like what's
on the outside,
the inside no longer matters.
It's a shame really,
since I always felt I had
the unseen goods.
Maybe one day,
someone will take that chance,
until then the advetisment
stays the same.
Very light-hearted. I like
Very light-hearted. I like this one.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "