9-5

Every day I feel small

always looking at a wall

street around the corner

surrounded by four corners

often feels like a prison

my body's here, my soul has risen

~~

so I look up to she

to know what I should do or be

to ask if it were you down here,

where would you go? how would you steer?

tell me what I need to hear

you're higher than me,

the view is clear.

you have the answers

you know the path

you've solved the equation

just like divine math.

she laughs at me like she's done in the past.

there's no me without you

you're the first, I'm the last.

~~

I dreamed I saw you on the train

you looked just the same

but seemed wiser and taller

a more experienced state of my flower.

the thorns are still there

the leaves and the petals

while yours continues to grow

mine has thought to settle.

the sun doesn't hit mine quite right in the front

so it seems a bit sad

like it's wilted from stunt.

has the sun not yet found me?

or do I look the wrong way

do I cover my head when the rain falls each day?

~~

the walls make it hard for my flower to grow

like I'm put in a box

and I'm just here for show.

they don't know all the things that I am and can do

but is it all up to me?

or is it all up to you.