Your bag of tricks is limited, brother.
Your ways of walking run together, my friend.
I tell this to you with nothing but kindness in my heart,
but my heart feels nothing
when you speak your songs to me today.

You repeat yourself.
You doubt your powers
and strangely
present far too much bravado
in alternating instants.
Your whiplash ego
causes vertigo.

Unasked advice is best unheeded,
I know,
so what I’m doing
defies my creed
but there is a reason
you are alone
in your belief
that your storytelling is unmatched.

It is matched.

It should be set aflame.