The Emergent Sea

I do not know your ways of talking,
Eagerly awaiting my chance to alight.
My chosen topics leave you baulking,
On the limits of wrong and right.

You raise borders around behaviour;
In mundane breaths, you stifle.
Over the same paths, you meander,
Re-treading the same old trifle.

Sometimes I think it falls on me,
To render my desires inert.
Why is it no one else can see,
That I am right to assert?

Some are natural leaders,
Wielding life, whimsy, and fun.
While others are mere abiders,
Abiding the boorish and the dull—
Leaving them the world to run.