The poets

Why does the poet speak so little
Yet say so much
Why does the poet talk
Yet it is never enough
Why does the poet write in confusing ways
Why does the poet walk in circles around the clouds
Why does the poet make up seem down
Why is the poet so complicated
So frustrated
So constricted
So in love with their own thoughts
And their own opinions
Why does the poet bother to write down anything at all
Why does the poet jump so often
And yet rarely fall