I’m faded, so dazed, my head is so twisted
What am I feeling, conviction? Confusion?
I often wonder how some came to their conclusions
But fear asking questions for the price is retribution
Become a castoff from the island that is barely
Even inhabited
Those that keep tight reigns of they mouth from the savages
Savages being those like you and me
My outside may look alright
But inwardly, I am a hot mess
I am full of words in my head
Feel my mouth bout ready to rip
Release my mind that is pregnant with
A possible can of worms
if I so choose
to let them loose
Word is born
I know the course that will ensue…
Nobody is perect it is all about varying degrees
Of what is okay to you vs me
But it seems to be just an illusion at times
Because vanity and pride is just a face value lie
But the attitude behind it all reflects to the outside what is inside
Or so one would think…
But once again its just a matter of faith and not allowing
The various facets of myself interfere
With who I am desperately trying to become.
I am some, but He is one, and it may be hard but the future comes
And presents itself in a heartbeat then its gone
And I glance with remorse at the past and feel overwhelmed
With joy, succumb to the relief that the battle may still be won