we project ourselves into others

in a poem you wrote,
you asked ...where's our neal, our fire....
sorry to say it but it's you
did you think you were jack?
all he was, was a translator to the world
getting the information out there,
neal stole the cars
neal drove the cars
moved everyone around him.
how about this you keep
doing what you're doing
burn like fabulous roman candles
exploding like spiders,
and you'll be our neal
and i'll be your jack spreading
that sweet word as far as i can.