Failure of the Ages

My express wish is to walk around the earth twice I see myself only as a cloud The real sense of direction is spiritual My essence is only spared by my humility This is the dogma of life I ask you, Do you understand the complicated nature of express reaction ? I for one feel the need to only go to where I am loved Am I loved by the masses? This is my plight I am an external vision The respect I command is extraordinary This may be my only chance I breathe I spit I try to drive Oh well so goes life The failure of it is immense, it makes me feel inadequate Is this what they mean by age versus companion? I am what I perceive