A Paean to Frustration

I want to do it all
To reminisce of love's sweet kiss
And relate why I listened to the call

I want to tell a tale
A wanton fuse unleash a ruse
And heave a hearty hale

But the moment seems to disappear before the memory is clear
And the thought seeps through the words and merely dies a wisp of smoke

I wish for meaning, memory, and muses
But seem to get stuck trying to get out of the ruses
If man is the author of his inadequacy and ineptitude
I better exit the party soon before the populace thinks me rude

I've noticed that the emporer is naked more than once
But failed to mention it, for fear of rife reprisals
The perfect notion ain't too perfect, and the memory is perfectly flawed

Again,
To repeat,
I count the heartbeats on the oscilliscope of life
And notice the graph gets larger with those feelings of imagined strife

Which, by the way, get more numerous with the passing of this life.