“Give Me A Title”

Give me a title

So I shall not be idle

Let people know

I’ve earned my papers

I’ve earned my place to abode

For it is my title that is important

It is my training that makes it efficient

I’ve had many whom say my title should be dad

And when I’m told it makes me glad

Yet a dad holds a lot of responsibility

Which actually I could, would be the best I could be.

Yet I’m not a dad

At least not as of yet

So what title do I have?

Where should I find my respect?

I have a certificate that announces me as a composer, and lyricist

Is this my title?

If that be it I pass on it

And yes I can see that some may say I’m never satisfied

Or a perfectionist

A perfectionist, no, for I don’t know what perfection is

Satisfied, yes, if it’s something I wanted to begin with

But what I want I always have to give it away,

Or let it go, how many times must I do this?

I want a relationship with the highest

Yet he runs from me and hides within the mysterious

When I give it up and don’t care

Is when he makes his presence here

To frighten me back into practicing perfectionist

I just don’t get it

It’s not just him

Everyone I’ve known

Has pushed me away

From them selves

Or their homes

For I have no title

Maybe this is why

I do not act in the normal ways of this land

It is not of me

It is not in my hands

For who has put the desires within my heart

As well the desires in yours to start

But I do see a little of why

For I try to care

Of the things that are low here

And all are the same

No matter the title or the name

So give me a title

Well

Never mind

For I’ll forget it

And leave it behind

Just as my work is almost

Impossible to define

I know the things I ponder

And where I wonder

May seem to be on dangerous grounds

I feel it too

I’m more lost than found

But there is a revelation

Which is the key

That is held somewhere inside me

So my title will not be

But a man

Who’s title is

To someday understand…

Ryan Brady O’Reilly

11/2001