I feel like I’m an X-man,
With a power in my brain,
To connect all the dots
In my own mental terrain.
Like astrologists with the sky;
They connect the stars up high.
Its symbols, words, experiences for I,
'til Eureka! the data reveals the why.
Turns out my skill is faulty,
And I’m just a twit;
'cause everyone gets livid,
when I voice my truth in it.