Concerned with what I'm compelled by
Me, human, from the hands of God commanded,
A bundle of tendencies,
a bale of habits,
I lean when I walk,
drag my feet when I need to pick up slack,
hurry up when I've got nowhere to go,
When I see a sunset
I breathe and reflect
on the spilled-paint canvas, the vastness, the sky.
Perception is king
I rehearse everything
from the dance in the kitchen
to the song that I sing,
I can't help but to match
the sounds of words to a rhyme
seems I'm stuck in a loop
feeding back on my mind,
I feel down when I'm faced
to the things that I want
and I can't muster the motive
to go out and run,
Yet other times that wall
compels me to climb
then I feel so much better
like this life's really mine.
See I'm born with a limit
on the things I can know
so I can't understand,
everything's not to know,
I could focus on anything,
so I need a neon sign glow,
to tell me what's open,
and to tell me what's closed.