I'll stop feeling frustrated
For that tight knot that I wear like a tie
A manly hand on my shoulders and on my thighs
You wouldn't call them that if I were much smaller
Like a child whose innocence was cut from cold
Polsters, blankets, hugs and kisses from strangers
Place my sense of disconnect out in plain sight
A five-year-old that grows into a twenty-five
You wouldn't call it that, ancestral learning
Like a tie so strong that it feels like home

Come on
Come on

Concrete, wet crescent
Stay in my feet
Equally in a restless dance
A lighthouse in the distance
Makes me feel like there's a chance
But it's always the lighthouse keeper
That spots it first
And like a child
I'm left with patronizing words
And a world's entitlement
I watched everyone getting
Everything they could imagine
How come they know what they want
A wooden bench in a courtroom
Doesn't make me feel calm
My early days misplaced
When it's just me and you
It's never to be spoken of
And I'm at war with a system
That cannot serve like it should
So I'll stop
Feeling frustrated for that tight knot
That I wear like a tie
A man leaves me alone
A hand on my shoulders
And on my ties
You wouldn't call them that
If I were much smarter
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
Will you let me be forgotten?
Forgotten
I was so fast
Drop this
That I've had the chance
To keep the plan

To keep the intent
The best they know
That I must have
If it was
If it was
Enough
And if you only ever





I take pleasure in everything
you