I know what the people want

But I have no way to give it to them

I smell what they fear

But can't instill it in them

When the light goes out

the day is done

When darkness expands

so does the fun

Bits and Bits of knowledge

wont leave me alone

they follow me to work

they call me on the phone

I have no place to store them

for perfection I do lack

but they form a daunting tower

at the peak of my back

I think i get it. . . I seem to understand

the end always has a twist

never going as planned

It does add variety . . . that I don't mind

soon follows stress. . . deemed unkind

but take a deep, deep breath

and unwind