How are you?

How are you? (Dont have a pedometer!)My first expressive feelings falling foul of flagellation,
as my life laid out before me to defy your explanation,
wanton women willowy whisper, baseless men do follow
Yet as I sit and watch confusingly my heart is feeling hollow.

The days of dainty dowager duchess dressed in robes demure
long gone generations past their thongs prostrate on floor
symbols of pure breeding nailed up high upon the mast
despite the cries and intimate sighs alas it shall not last.

I feel nothing but remorse for the things I have forgotten
Those clamouring for attention even when I treat them rotten
Wailing over emotional extracts those I never left behind
Kicking at the scraps of feeling which I may have left unkind.

No consequence of failure crossing past this mind so shallow
Leaving nothing but destruction in a heart that is now fallow
What gave the right to anyone for pressure on my time?
When last I looked in my direction, the life I had was mine.

Too much reliance of what I can do, Or at least on what I did
Gone now all independence, Time once more to rid!
You asked how I was feeling now I've opened up a bit,
Hope your happy now revealing, I am just a little shit.

Selfish?
Yes!
With reason; I have given all I can
What need have I of Idolisation,
I am but mortal man.