I want an awful lot

From You

It’s true

Lucky for me

You can keep up

You are able

And in that

I take comfort

Cause I’m a mess

Unto myself

I’m a mess

Within myself

For I flutter

And I fling

More and More

It seems

Much like a gnat

By a lake

In a southern town

Mid-summer

And if You said

I annoy you

“Oh, that kid”

I’d completely

Understand

Yet i do know

I really do know

That you have

A greater capacity

To handle me

Than me

Or anyone else

And for that

I’m glad