Sunday, July 5, 2015
Good intentions betray me,
play me, the naive little fool.
Making me small, nothing to see;
an overlooked, incapable, gene pool.
And yet, you must meet my gaze,
for I will walk my line of sight,
from my beating heart, mirror maze,
to your chest, lungs, ready for a fight.
Im just a problem to you, a nuisance,
inquiry demanding a response, a reply.
Hair raised, undaunted by an electric fence,
I spy greener grass, beauty beheld in my eye.
Breathe, rise and fall, cool and calm,
superman soaking sun, pushing for a smile.
I hold out my world, ease it into your palm,
and plead the 5th before my judge, jury, trial.