Elements seen as flaws. Bits within, pieces form this thing I call me. Left to fend, grow and become complete? Unsure how to manage such complexities.
By Tony Badu5 years ago in Poets
You in mind because I’m yours. All hair, marks and flaws. Clumsy head knocks stumbles and falls. High pitch, snorts and more.
Time has flown. Not now, nor tomorrow. Speeding - racing through, wanting more to fill the void. Trading vast for narrow views, empty promises of new.
I'm my world, I must win - never to taste defeat, never to fail. In all of life's wrongs, I will prevail. Ruler of this domain, my mind holds all keys.
Why? • Why is it so? Why don’t I know? Why? • Why do we try? Why must I not cry? Why? • Why am I here? Why do I fear?
