What Do You See In Me?

And what do you see when you look at me?
Do you see a broken man, token of sorrow?
Perhaps an ill-spoken man, even madman,
Less than normal, and certainly not formal;
Or do you see a lifespan of broken dreams,
Streams of failure following bad behavior?
Just what do you see when you look at me?
If you look closer you may see a composer
Of greatest composure with a heart of art,
Who weaves together the broken dreams
Into one grand gleaming, numinous theme
For pleasure and even treasure for others;
If you look closer you may see a musician
With an ambition to audition his rendition
Of life in beauty in duty to love and charity
With symphonic clarity ‘n angels for choir;
But what do you require in a man, in me?
To be all you imagine your love should be?
But life is not perfect and this I do reflect,
Yet this man is not so sullied that he ought
To be buried as an hopeless case so base,
As some creature of night, a human blight;
And if you can but clear your sight
Then you will see this man is right;
But then again, this is your plight:
The fright of choosing to see what will be;
Ah! And what I will be to you we shall see!

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