1/27
I, too, crunched my boots
On the frozen faces of winter
Dreaming teary-eyed of green fields
hopefully not too far away
Will you be glad you came
or wish you had stayed?
You lose a whole life
finding out what remains
So we learn magic:
And die before we die
I, too, painted layer upon layer
In alleyways and on bathroom floors
Convincing strangers I’ve lived more
than once
because one just isn’t enough.
You see we are the lucky ones-
isn’t this joke a funny one?
The ones who spit and stare
at the mirror
are the ones who can see what it means
to be free.
I won’t apologize
For not feeding you lies.
I talk to myself
as if I were someone else.
There are no manners here
none of that matters here
I’d rather be clear
and raw than sucking poison
through a straw,
again.
Open your eyes
look at the empty skies
They’re as blue as you
Just as pretty, too.
Open your mind
everything that’s inside
Is reflected outside
So break down that barrier
before they bury ya.