I held a great wish:
Will you be my mentor?
Asking without asking.
Dreaming without sleep.

I need help!
Always the worst way to get it.
Would you see what's good and what's not?
I'm fearful that it's mostly the latter.

Would you tell me in such a way
that I grow and become all 
that I might have been?

Ah, here we are, 
the skeptical heckles 
raise sunken ships
as an excuse to overcome
before I've taken a single direction.

Willful farrier, 
I'll nail my shoes to my wooden feet.

Telemarketed concept, I'll ask that you
retire early,
we didn't connect before I became recalcitrant
and now we would never get along.