Just once, I want to poke my negative stress in the chest Swing a haymaker left and not rest 'til I beat it to d**h Breathe in the best breath ever once I clean up the mess Yet whenever I step, it retreats deeper into its nest Just once, I wish to bridge the gap between me and that dude The man I could've been after I realized that I had to The type of cat to have past loves asking, "Is that you?" But that's cool, you still don't recognize when I pa**, boo I wish that I could hold feelings, 'cuz feelings hold me Together, yet broken, closely at arm's length from me I sometimes wonder if these epiphanies will k** me Creeping out of the deep, dark, corners of the real me Lost moments of speech, snatched away by the wind
I guess it's time to look inside and find a line again I revive my grin as I begin to spend the 5 or 10 minutes it takes to dive within and realign my Zen Ask a poet where a song comes from, he'll tell you the soul But the detail they fail to unveil is that the tale has been told It's the air when it's cold, it's the parents that carried you home It's what's scary in those areas where you won't dare me to go In my hand I hold the soul of a poet Hoping to throw it over the moat of Moet, and boats full of heads with no necks Who protest against my inappropriate openness Standing at the edge of this precipice, staring at nothingness, just Abyss