The Subtle Pain of an Uncertain Heart
Our stories of dysfunction are all different
He didn’t know where he was going
Or what he’d left behind
He didn’t seek to find himself
Because he didn’t know who ‘himself’ was
Or where to find him
Both lost and found, loved and not
“You hold your spoon like this”, she said
“You spell your name just like it says on the card”
“No, not like that”
”Try again”
“How can we help? You need only ask”
But that’s the problem
“Could do better”, it said
“A daydreamer. If only he could apply himself”
He didn’t understand their learning aids
They didn’t understand why he was so unteachable
So all muddled their way through school
Neither he nor they teaching the other much
“What do you want to do?” they asked
“But what is there to do?” he enquired
“Well with your maths skills you’re limited”
They said in a round about way
“So what can I aspire to?” he thought
“Without crushing my spirit?”
