Self words

I am an odd mix

Of talent and non-performance

Of ability and desire not to be found

How I now know what I knew not then

How about there was and is all around

Those sensational lights which blink at night

In towers as tall as the seeming sky

And I am just the opposite of they

For I am an odd mix

Of eyes and sight

With feet planted firmly on the ground

Look down, I am not

Though look up occasionally, I might