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.