Seeing Past Me

My attention span can

make what I can stand

so little so I look inside

to become a better man.

I’m so wrapped up in me

that all else can tend be

taken by a stiff breeze that

which I shake off my sleave.

Because everything fits

in a box, I don’t like shit,

which demands me fix

what within that conflicts.

Motives of my id that define,

what my logic allows me align

inside my shallow glib mind,

selfishly does turn me blind.

What I need you know more,

since I’m blind I must implore,

my ignorance please ignore I

want to learn purpose of yours.

What I can’t understand I

will listen and try to comply

as I should, no assuming,

but with empathy in my eyes.

Let me use open eyes now.

Let me figure exactly how

I need to be to edify what

does bring the real you out.

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