All the words I couldn’t say
Got lost along the way
And when I felt strong
The words just felt wrong
I wish I could stay
Forever in the fray
Something to get eager about
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
I don’t want to be cryptic
I almost missed it
The feeling of being alive
The monotony makes me hollow inside
The words flow out onto pages
To think of the life I’ve lived in stages
Where do I go from here?
End times feel like they’re near
It all sounds so silly and sad
But I’m glad it made me mad
The empty heart is one with me
Until I can feel it beat
No more auditing myself
My words are now my wealth
If they have a problem with it
They can go take respite
I’m not going to pretend anymore
To not be myself is such a bore
It stymies me to the point of reserve
Is this something I actually deserve?
In a world so contained by expectation
When will I realize it’s not just reservation?
It’s an innate need to be loved and seen
Everyone and everything can feel so mean
Maybe that’s the inner child speaking
She’s stuck somewhere inside shrieking
Let me out of this pragmatic nightmare
In my dreams my enemies glare
They know my points of weakness
It covers to the point of bleakness
Then the visceral night visions begin
It goes beyond the surface with the tiniest pin
Into the deepest, darkest secrets I carry
Its terror taking me down so merry
But I won’t let it win the fight
It speaks to me only out of spite
I find rest in the unknown
Something in which I have grown
I need it in order to be whole
For the spirit to fill my mind and soul
The heart and mind constantly bicker
To the point where the outside is wicker
It’s been hardened by past events
Even the ones that no longer make sense
The mind forgets and buries
But the heart remembers in hurries
Never sit still ever again
Just long enough until the next sin
It no longer should take ahold of me
The past mistakes collected their fee
I’m forgiven by a love so rare
I wonder if it even flourishes up there
But I know the truth in the depths
I just have to take those steps
Into the spiritual duality of living
It’s merely a process of pivoting
I look back on all the decisions made
I can no longer be haunted or dismayed
Because I know this is where I should be
I love this life and all of its reverie