When does belief constitute a shelter?
When does belief constitute a prison?
When does resolve yield to revolution?
And given the casualty afforded our design
Can a win ever escape the requisite failures?
To dedicate oneself to review is to invite opposition
And yet who are we without the contradiction?
To shine one must endure a degree of abrasion
To sing one must understand the necessity of silence.
When is it my turn? When did linear constructs
Replace our instincts? Today as everyday I am new.
Today as everyday I am choked with insecurities.
Sometimes the only steps executed, recoil.
But who can deny me the intention to live?
I haven’t done a reading in a while because I find my accent embarrassing haha