Resolution

(original words, borrowed tune)

Self-collecting

These words can only be poetic
if I define them as such.

Not arrogant, not egotist,
just perspective.

The same views that drive me
to abuse words over and some,
but with each usage,
new meanings define themselves.

The percentile difference
of me talking of a poet,
then of his poetry?

Slim values.

Collecting after thin numerals
has become a natural habit.

Shoving them to the side,
as if to make a trophy
of the difference I've made.

That I have little to blame for.

I've been effected by so many,
it's hard to thank them all,
setting aside grudges and distaste.

I met a child, who's now a man by age alone,
who showed me all the steps
not to take.

A woman who gave me
reason to sing.

A fool who always smiled
while attempting to stop me,
but never succeeded.

My first fan, who borrowed lines
for wonderful melodies of words,
who I stole back from
when she wasn't looking.

An artist who obsessed
over the ideal conditions of caffeine.

The treant who's roots I miss,
for knowledge was plentiful around them.

And so many others
that deserve mention,
but I just can't find the words to praise them.

Everyone deserves love,
but sometimes,
it just can't reach
where it is sent.

Maybe you can't read this one.

Maybe it's not for you.

Maybe it's for none but myself,
to remember wonderous times,
before the world turned sketchy.

I don't deem this as poetic.

In an age where we're a percentile from the start?

I deem it needed.