Written by: Clay More

Anywhere I appear I make myself known;
I can’t be obscure, and that is obvious:
I have an incredible innate as all humanity;
I have weakness too,
That at times set me to be down in the dumps.
If that hidden weakness is really a shame,
Then right at shame, we all fall short to perfection.
That is what it is,
Digging out meaning out of everything,
That takes my attention:
I’m so good at commanding alphabets,
But not better at numbers.
Eh! That is a place I own, that is who I am.