please to take the hand and lead the way to the next moment of difficulty
walk up to the offended and offer sorries to a scribbling pen looking down

mad and mixed up, seeker on ironic bend of heart sap in a vat, cracked a bit
swearing to do better from a record of silly peccadilloes steeped in arrogance

all around with notepads which scratch and jot down every single word, I see
chances have to be bought with obedience drummed into a free head

break your spirit, take what the world gives
there's little space for a heart wishing to fly