Why can't I be smart like those that I see?
Before I told myself--
you have your own strengths you must not flee.
But now I look with a different set of eyes.
...I stare and gaze with envy from afar
in my saturnine realm where time flies.
Asking will a hand appear to bless me with bliss?
What do I have to offer?
No, for surely it would only grant them death.
But what can I say about me
with my last single breath.