Humility Isn't Very Interesting

Just the same I'm often brought down enough
To keep my zeal in check. Heck,
It's a crappy story or series of stories 
I would rather not repeat so trust me
I'm cool with various signals
That speak every language the body 
Otherwise ignores alongside the mind
Usually listening but sometimes not
And now I'm out of syllables 
It's not a crisis especially 
The woods deep and such but not yet here 
Time to fly solo through impressionable 
Mindscapes still sullenly looking down 
Pipes that ought to be piping up music


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