I find it hard to socialize,
\nshoot the breeze,
\ndiscuss scores,
\nkeep track of the weather.
\nEverybody is an expert,
\nknows more than I,
\ndon\u2019t have to ask questions
\nconfront enigmas,
\nwonder at ice ages,
\ndiscuss awe.
\nWhy things move and dance,
\nhave edges,
\nhow the world colors the sky,
\nthe connection of streets.
\nWhy Shakespeare doesn\u2019t surprise me,
\nand I long to kiss the lips
\nof women painted by Renoir?<\/p>\n
So I say as little as possible
\nand people ask,
\nWho is he?
\nWhy doesn\u2019t he speak?
\nWhat\u2019s up?
\nAnd I reply if I dare,
\nthings fall,
\nand stars can\u2019t hear each other.
\nA soft voice is louder
\nthan a loud one,
\nand they back away
\nas I begin to warm up.<\/p>\n
So I keep my peace,
\nexcept,
\nI would like to know
\nwhat do they look for
\nwhen the light is turned on?
\nWhy do they pray,
\nand never ask God
\nwhere he got all his ideas?
\nAnd why did they stop asking questions
\nwhen they grew up?
\nWhy must anything work?
\nAnd what happens
\nwhen you are old,
\nand no one listens to your song<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I find it hard to socialize, shoot the breeze, discuss scores, keep track of the weather. Everybody is an expert, knows more than I, don\u2019t…<\/p>\n