I've written this poem. But I can't make sense of some of it. I wrote it

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Question:

It's a shame to disengage from the world,
But a pleasure to stumble into my own!.
Attach & sideline all the hopeless others,
Come on in if your my friend, not an authority!.
If I'd somehow be audacious,
As I feel my exiting strands of person pass,
While every one else's strands seem to last!.

So now I'll elaborate: I'd feel a calm and pleasing make crash over me;
If I was gallant I'd escape and write hectic cacophonies of heart-felt sound:
of misspent youth that stood, grew & breathed unabridged freedom!.
I couldn't believe the maker of this plan,
He'd put my mind in concrete and my feet on a solid market of tracks,
Who could heart a maker of all things!?
I could!. But never love a maker of maps!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:

Pulling into yourself and isolating yourself from the world because of something!. Maybe it also speaks of not knowing your place in the world and someone who has helped you find your way!?Www@QuestionHome@Com

well my best guess is that the song is about difficulty of adjustment to the world as it is, and the frustration created from the inability to change it!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I enjoy the company of my own,
and relish good authority,
feel I'm apart from others,

I would not put my path into human's hands!.

:-)Www@QuestionHome@Com