I can only reach out, I tell myself.
A bit of a compromise.
I can try but I can never move on a different direction.
One that isn’t part of my vision.
They say it’s a dead end.
‘lo change and bend.
I picture the world sending a different version of me.
And my truth says, “I can’t.”
There’s that version that everyone likes, and my version of truth.
To please everyone isn’t my pursuit.
Change and bend?
I just really can’t.
Call me romantic, idyllic
A lover of non-existent fairytales
But that won’t change the messages I’ll send to the world.
If along the way I find people who are warmth by the same skin
Who share the same wire
Ill be glad
Ill be happy to let them in.
My lights are on, I welcome those who’d be knocking my walls.
If they find difficulties in comprehending,
let it naturally take its toll.
In my fragile bubble, it will always be, all or nothing at all.