So many dense ideas bounce between my neurons
I spend my time dispensing absurd amounts of words,
And yet, my vocal abilities are limited

Each day spins like a roulette of borderline disorders
Anxious, obsessive, attention-deficient
I am none of these things, and all of them
But they are merely diagnoses of the human condition

I'm still trying to determine what makes me this way
Is it that I am me, or that I am a man?

Many males tend to be undependable
Our genes have come to expect something other than constancy

I've dreaded for years that I'm a helpless drifter
At times I've thought I'd be better off on a mountain road
Or caught in a cave, overlooking the ocean waves

Paste me up in the sky to twinkle with the lonely constellations

Most of all, I fear that you will think me a fool

I know my mind is abnormal, but that I've come to cherish
I've transformed pure cynicism into a semblance of positive thoughts
Or at least productive actions

After all, this year even music failed to fill the void
And my journalistic inspiration fell from its pedestal
I still write, because not even I can extinguish the spark
To compose poetry and prose might be the one gracious act I practice

I don't know if I can be everything you deserve and need
But you make me want to take on the role
You make me want to be stable and strong
And you diminish my doubts in our questionable culture

I can only humbly request that you allow me to think freely
Allow me to write at a whim, no matter what nonsense may come

Love is pure acceptance, unless demands are in excess
You only ask that I put up with your pup

Though less than some, I've seen what tragedy can be
But I feel that, even if I were skilled with spoken words,
I still could not express how much I care
How much it would pain me not to see you
Even once or twice a week

For you are everything I could ask for
Beautiful, clever, charismatic, warm
You are all of these things, and more

The enduring flame that guides out of a dark, foreboding forest

To be with you is a gift that I don't ignore
Although my failings sometimes command my feelings

So for whichever conditions may describe me
Above all else I am lucky