Absent minded
Incompetent
Foolish
Not confident
Not casual, neither formal
Not bizzare, neither normal
I don't know what I am
Or where I stand
Not an angel
To give a helping hand
Not a demon
To destroy the land
A lowly being
Scouring the earth
Yet gracing the people
With it's birth
Far from perfection
One thing for sure
No worries, not evil
Not rotten to the core
I want to know
My purpose here
But to the rules
I must adhere
A strong force
That controls me
I can't escape
But just let myself be
The complex being
That I have to possess
Has got me
In an interesting mess
But that is all
I can tell you now
I'm sorry if
I've left you wondering, how?
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