I have a dry ass reality
A reality filled with corridors
of unrequited dreams
I’m within a dimension
That I can’t fathom
Putting on of my hands
To spell out this sign language
Something is here that I cannot
Bare to stand
The words cannot be heard
Letting my fence down is too facile
My soul must move with me
Because when no one is hearing my voice
I gotta know that God can.
And when everyone only sees one perceived concept of my identity
I must understand that many are missing out on the true me.
More than the deepness in my brown eyes
More than the tip toeing of my funny, shy disposition
More than the failing of my failures that speaks more than I do
Repeat my past?
I am rooted
Passionate to the peak of a fiery climax
I manage to cleave what I discover to be me
And still remain sane
Doesn’t anyone see?
My flawed judgments and underdeveloped aims
Removing the clamor in my mind makes room for my starved passions to grow
Even though I remain perplexed on what I thirst for most
I no longer continue apprehensively
My fears I will wear on my sleeve
The tendons in my hand are inflamed
With dismissed chances
I’m still repairing them so that I can play this instrument called life.
I will rip my skin to show you that I am a work in progress.
And I will never apologize for being broken.