So much to prove

 Men and what they have to prove
Their own excuses or reasons often even hidden from them
My reasons hidden from me
Innocent notions

basic needs basic instincts covering it all up
The fine cloth over the impetus
The cluttered mind
Full of furniture fit purely for sabotage

I've something to prove I just didn't know it
Now I compare and size up the world
Expectation looming the greatest demon
flexing out over enthusiastic about its power

I've come to want the same offering
Spoiled children are more functional
For what life gives is seasonal
spontaneity is strange

Surprise was meant for all
Routine just fixes like armour
wheels and chains
wandering in a loop

But I am man and I have so much to prove to you
My predictable responses and actions
Can't you read me like a book without a plot
Simmer me down into a few drops

summarize me up and down
and not much remains out of such delicious critique
I could even approve it, but let me prove myself first
Let me fail in public

Let me hear your laughter
Let me see you turn your back on me