Careful to beset
Around a well documenting brain
You'll find regret
Peeling from tracks of the train

They'll tell you not to fret
While rollerballs exploit your lane
Latter of the leaderboard
Strung high in bane

Not the number, just the name; principles
Nor benefits of allure, that'd be a chore
Grasping fast to virtue; fist of fools

Longwindedness for clearness
Carefully avoiding metaphor
Shortsightedness ripe with this
Maybe your name is the letter four

Someone else now
Asks the well how
The water is
As you
In you, In you, In you, In you

No secrets are safe around a writer. At least novelists tend to be clear. Poets will have you running in circles.