You there. What is it about me that you hate?
Tell me. What piece do I appear to be missing?
Sometimes I realize I'm not quite as tall as I thought.
And my shirt is a bit more faded than I'd remembered.
Listen. It's okay because I already know I fall short.
Alright? We don't have to carry on with courtesies.
I chase these long beams of sunlight to fill emptiness.
But light fills nothing and reveals everything.
You there. What do you see that you would change?
Tell me. Where is the damage that needs fixed?
It's fair to presume foolish arrogance is chief.
Because for a moment I was convinced of it.