When I was a boy, I had a hundred stories to tell
But never told them. I experimented on occasion with
Extroversion but never felt as though I was being true to
Myself, engaging in extroverted activities,
Like a clinic psychologist at a cocktail party
Where none of the others were my patients.
I want to know what is inside their minds.
I am searching for an ingredient, a recipe
Every minute I am speaking with them. I didn’t
Care to hear what they were saying as much as
I wanted to understand, but social events are no
Place for large talk. I kept my stories to myself.
