What does the community desire
when your gut and shit and ass is on fire?
What does the community really need
when the rest of the world is full of hate and greed?
What could I possibly, infinitely do
at this point in my short life to prove that I love you?
What other dream-like pictures could I possibly show
to make you understand my small but steady growth?
So we turn on the stage and take a deep bow
we’ve discovered enough in this journey to let it go now
Yet I’m tired from selfless and devotional service to you
Still I know there’s more, so much more to be done–
And admitting I’m weak at this point
is selfish, ugly and wrought
with too many gifts and challenges that have bought
me time, patience and love so unique,
to keep in my heart, so heady and sweet–
So goodbye to hollow friends, and sleepless, empty nights
The drama. The lying. The horror. The fights.
Caught up in your grip, its grip forevermore
I told her, I told her there’s a way out in store–
Could a butterfly be born without a subtle case
A chrysalis deferred–
No home, no place
to weave out its future
What god has a face?
This one, squeaky wings
This one wins the race–