I have a million papers in my hand
and no one to read them with
not to, with, I said.
Two-specialist,
too refined...
I can't do much alone
I'm not built for that
nor do I want it.
You'd be surprised, but
I'm a paradox, like you
and everyone else too...
but it's not a contra-
diction
nor an interdiction
I demand no audience
I just wish I had one...
sometimes.
Something's better
no longer afraid to admit
now I just need to wait
I guess,
or project more or less
and find you out there
waiting for someone weird like me.
I'll be so good to you,
you won't regret
the time you spent
waiting for someone weird like me.