| Written: SEPT 19, 2003 |
Could it be that I am ill witted,
For I have done much too much wrong.
Alas the Socratic Paradox causes
My slow pregnant mind illness in
The inability to birth forth reason.
Thought is best when the mind gathers to itself,
And all else abounding around troubles it not;
So can this be why I find myself in my displeasure,
Alone in all but my mind movements?
I too seek to enter into dialogue with the masses,
But shyness and wittiness are both mine to bear.
I possess both and my melee courage helps me not
In the face of beauty or that which I wish;
I can run like Hermes when avoiding duty,
The duty to get out, but I sit with my mind instead.
