high
notes during low times leave my lips

stress
and minuscule shit has blinded me to the world to the life happening all around
me

Is
the late payment going to be what I remember AT the end of my life- if that's
what I look forward to

to
move past my fetal state then I have been crawling all along

I've
never really lived a day

if
I can't remember stupid jokes with friends

if
I can't remember the show that no one heard of

or
the bon fire that night then I imagine I've been asleep my whole life...

I
want to open my eyes to things others never see

I
want to hear the beat before you get too big for these streets

I
want to witness the poet spitting through their pain and finding themselves
around a shared love of art wishing to influence the culture that closed our
eyes

I
want to feel the transformation of a caterpillar escaping the cocoon

I'll
crawl and keep up

walk
with life when I just feel fucked

I'll
take the baby steps over the cracks in the floor and stomp these feet to your
soul on a beat

the
consciousness I experience training me evermore what it is to live

sitting
out on a starless night while I am cold and my feet just want to die Ill muse
with you

my
friend

about
the wonders of all I've been given

never
mind the cold- your wisdom cures the temporal discomfort and allows my spirit
to blossom

sharing
thanksgiving and those things not for sale I'll remember

that
value is always higher for another mans dream

the
dream for you

and
I

I
fill their wallet with my insecurities as long as the soul I purchase can be
tumbled dry

my
Cracker Jack smile cracks a smile for you

the
woman hiding inside.

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