Flawed But Still Living

I can’t drive and I don’t know my streets,

But I can meet you at the mall or market in a heart beat.

I can’t see too far or too close,

But I can rock these optical scopes.

I think too much and find myself alone,

But my ideas give life to ringing cell phones.

I hate violence, confrontation makes me shy,

But I don’t like to see others hurt and cry.

I can’t make the world clean up it's act or better itself,

But seeing other’s happiness is an award on my the shelf.