I've never admitted
this to anyone,
But I am sort of a
klutz,
Whether of the
dimwitted sort or just clumsy,
I never ventured far
enough to discover,
I see patterns of
perennial flaws in my vision,
And in everything I hold
true as inspired,
I remember making
the same mistake more times than once,
Just because I believed
it had divine inspiration,
I remember meeting
folks who got cracked up each time I spoke,
For my slightly stilted
speech and since I wasn’t quite as fast as they were,
I remember sitting
and knowing,
That unlike
everybody else,
I needed a good deal
of routine to even stand a chance at simple pivoting,
And that,
I could never
dedicate myself to two ventures,
Without burning out
and bringing alive the insanity,
I remember knowing
that I was unstable,
Meaning the one
person I could trust was my worst enemy,
And I remember being
generally awkward and clumsy,
I saw a couple of
bright lights in this misfortune,
But being less of a
talker and more of an observer,
All I could do was
write,
So the klutz picks a
computer each day,
And types away
whatever comes to mind,
Whether to reinforce
the patterns of safe repetition, he doesn’t know,
But each time the
words flow out of his mind,
A new door
opens,
Nothing to celebrate
for the average man,
But to him,
It’s one more step
to living
@Job Kerry
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