Interface Broken

He has lofty thoughts Yet he's stuck in the mud Stepping through fields of regret A brilliant mind filled with cracks Longing to be given respect Reader of books Putty for his brain Absorbed within his core He thinks what he thinks Yet knowing can't unlock the door So he's trapped in his prison Of all that he knows Knowledge didn't set him free The interface is broken He can't help others to see Perhaps he's a prophet Far beyond this world It is really hard for me to say I sit with him and listen Wishing to turn night into day