I try to be original, candid, funny and honest
Knowing if I can not trust, I can not be trusted
My biggest obstacle to connecting being myself
Knowing this is only half my battle I fight each day
Each careful line breathing meaningless impotence
Still unwilling to share what used to be second nature
I lost it amongst the Dragon’s, Elves and fairy folk
A feeling of insignificance buried in the tall grass’s
Disenchanted with the chains of old familiarity
What’s to be expected when I can not disconnect?
What’s to be thought when I disappear in the grass?
What’s to be changed to bring it back to my life…?
I wonder from here to there filled with emptiness
Asking the poor blind beggar for divine directions
Completing transient spirals that do not seem to end
Jagged edges pushing through my thin skinned shields
But I have not and will not surrender to the nothingness
I shall be reborn with purpose when the feeling is right