Listen to Me

You think you know me
so you shame me into 
being the man

you hope me to become.

You must listen to me
if I may prevail with you
and I pray you'll hear

when I say
you do not know the man 

I truly am.

I am a cloud walker 

and a storm talker.
I walk rutted paths.
I throw myself at mysteries

and sleep in histories.

I am sure of myself

and befuddled.

I know the winding way

and am lost.

You cannot know who I truly am.

I talk in dulcet tones 

And I leave behind
those who shout so loud 
they cannot be heard.

You cannot really know me.