On not having a clue

I think I could do great things, if life would allow, but
Life is my impediment.
It's an uncomfortable truth I cannot accommodate because
I cannot spell 'me'.

Untutored in the ways of the world,
I am life's incompetent.
I haven't a clue what I should do;
I haven't a guardian to tell me.

I venture forth with the greatest reluctance; I am
Mired in my own sediment.
Being wary of what the world may hold,
I fear what they might sell me.

If ever they build a statue to incompetence, then
Put me on the pediment;
The words: 'can't do, won't do'
As a motto set in stone below me.

I would like to know the meaning of it all but
Understanding ain't imminent.
The truth may be out there but
There's no one here to tell me.

Perhaps it's not the greatest of mysteries; indeed,
It may be self-evident.
The answer may be before my eyes;
Too bad it's not in me.

In search of the truth, X-file like, I'll seek but
Not find enlightenment.
Call me when the truth is revealed and I'll call you
When I find the real me.

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