here am i
lying in the middle of morning
wondering when, if anything, ill discover
or should i just go back into hiding

 

then i get annoyed with mourning
and instead i try to recover
i know its time to stop my biding

 

they've dug in deep
and i want to weep
but i can not keep
doing this to myself

 

people keep telling me life is short
so why not spend it alongside a cohort
who knows, maybe even a court

 

i look at myself and realize
i am not what i idealize
this is me? this weak?
and i decide, well not this week

 

i can not let them get
to this being
to have their teeth wet
to satisfy their feeling

 

life is full of risk
like your a wobbling cup
and to that i have been saying tisk
then i get fed up
with my life of bisk

 

i look at myself and realize
that my being won't catalyze
its cuz of my outlook, its bleak
but soon it'll be at its peak
no more being poor and weak
time to soar and speak