Probe My Heart Poem by AXKANE VII

Probe my heart
Know me
For you might discover art
Art that few see

A little man you are
Striving to grasp me
But why are you too far?
Far enough to lose me

Probe me, indeed
You will find
I could do better than you in every deed
Yes, I have a madder mind

Why can't you leave me?
Am I too pleasant for you?
Boyo, why can't you see?
I am not pursued, because I pursue

The women you want want me
What am I supposed to do?
Perhaps I am what they call "crazy"
For I want neither them nor you.