i am bad
at being a human
bad
at understanding
at signals
at most things

never
an inkling
never
a clue

just shuffle along
this mortal coil
with downcast eyes
one foot
in front of the other
doing my best
at not doing
what i do best
which is usually
doing the wrong thing
at the right time
or the right thing
at the wrong time

living in words
with no hint
at how to live
any other way

more into
reading ink blots
than having
an inkling
more into
reading tea leaves
than seeing
the signs on the path
to where i am
barrelling head first
emotionally
foolhardy
stunted
with no clue
as to where to go