too weird to forget yet nobody truly knows what I am
I walk with a confidence thatβs almost unsettling
I talk with a manner that is both noble and lowly
I am not wise I am not knowledgeable
but I am seeing
all-seeing, almost, it would seem
through the shields people put up through the veils the fearful extend
you may think nobody knows but I know
and if I reach out in my weird and inexplicable way you will never forget
I cannot be reach though I cannot be touched
not by you not by him not by her not by me
yet I know the touch of others and as I sit down here, so grand in my non-grandeur, I wish people would come and force themselves on me and teach me that magical connection I so readily give them