I was always trying inside to be so reserved. You always felt like it was no big deal to splurge. I held an urge to make you see the things I felt and help you learn. Your words were more observed and less preserved for my concerns. Absurd when I would turn tables and pull dragons out of hats. Exploited in contributions made me into a simple act. I had a lack in my direction and effected by the "facts". You couldn't match with my intention, led to bending, signs distract. I always loved more than others because I knew how it felt to lack. You held plenty of pain and it chained you from way back. I tried to remain indifferent but it made mainframes crack. You're beautiful I mean that, juxtapose me,  I need that.