Arrival

I do not wish to be right
Especially if it requires fight
To prove some postulate
I can barely remember

I have no desire to cause hurt
Whether you fancy pants or skirt
I seek the day when what I do
Matches exactly what I say

I do not like to be duped
To the levels which you've stooped
Reflect not only on my trust
But your flavor

What I am and what I can
Is an ordinary man
Who seeks to rise above
The clay or windom mire

I aspire to be free
Of the shackles placed on me
And have a heart that loves
In spite of penetrating fear

My loss will not compare
To the wisdom we both share
And I shant sit in the corner
Tending wounds like prize possession

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