Too many pages, lines, and cages to fill,
Too little done with soul and valor.
I wake my mistake and wonder:
Who, how and when did I then-
Begin to clear my eyes and peer out
To my peers, mates, colleagues and foes,
Feeling not an instinct for woe,
But the anguish of preconception,
observations, lies and misconception.
Too many people to meet with,
Too little desire to greet them.
I move to the groove of the hallway:
Disarray or not, seen but soon forgot,
The waves, clashes, clumps and masses,
Wishes, bumps and bashes to my amaze,
Not me, not I, chose to reside,
Confined in mind with every stride,
Away from thee, but it’s just me
Who sees but lives unseen.
Too many braggers with naggers and their swaggers,
Too little learn what truly matters.
I fathom and think to myself,
Observing a girl in her slit dress:
Un-open and uncertain by choice,
Her unannounced spring-bird voice,
Echoes like a burden, spilled and dried,
Like wounds she so desperately tried to hide,
From me, from you, and all whom assume
That we are good and only good.
Too many is too much,
Too little, there is no such.
Too little done with soul and valor.
I wake my mistake and wonder:
Who, how and when did I then-
Begin to clear my eyes and peer out
To my peers, mates, colleagues and foes,
Feeling not an instinct for woe,
But the anguish of preconception,
observations, lies and misconception.
Too many people to meet with,
Too little desire to greet them.
I move to the groove of the hallway:
Disarray or not, seen but soon forgot,
The waves, clashes, clumps and masses,
Wishes, bumps and bashes to my amaze,
Not me, not I, chose to reside,
Confined in mind with every stride,
Away from thee, but it’s just me
Who sees but lives unseen.
Too many braggers with naggers and their swaggers,
Too little learn what truly matters.
I fathom and think to myself,
Observing a girl in her slit dress:
Un-open and uncertain by choice,
Her unannounced spring-bird voice,
Echoes like a burden, spilled and dried,
Like wounds she so desperately tried to hide,
From me, from you, and all whom assume
That we are good and only good.
Too many is too much,
Too little, there is no such.