I've
already lived
half a life
twice as long
as anyone should.
I should finally,
if even on the eve
be ready to be me
and only me.
Twice the time of half the heart
fixes nothing
but desire and insecurity.
Still I only crawl
as now I am less me
and more the puzzle I fit into
The father, brother
lover, artist, mudslinger
plant freak, what ever
finally getting naked
shedding all the things
I would have been
I am left
with just what I am
If you can hold your core
your you
the expectations erode
and one in awhile you can stand up
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