What more is required?
I've done all I could,
I've lifted my shoulders
and softened my speech
and slimmed my form to proportion.
The people seem to gather now.
They marvel at my work.
But how long before they roll their eyes at me
or study all my jokes,
how long before they do what so many have
and run from the truth when it bores them?
I'm told one shouldn't mind
but I've grown tired of solitude.
I was never looking for peace.
I don't want to be lifted from the earth
or to glide through it.
I simply like the sound of laughter.
I love the warmth of people
and in all my efforts to keep them near,
I'm still trying, very hard, to be sincere.