for you
excuse me excuse me do you have a map
i lost mine while i was on a break in the back
caught up in a storm of illusions that i made
something in me won't behave irritated and afraid
it is a dark curtain that can cover up a soul
create a different version of a person with a whole
disconnected
from the freedom that's inherited to the goal
the giving that was taken for the human in a role
lift me up lift me up me high enough to see
the fear that was abusing me is nothing more than me
on a level unaware of the damage it can
cause now apparent to intelligence
that evens out the odds
if i seem uncertain will it kinda make sense
i'm not the maker of this wisdom
but i feel its breath maybe like it's beneficiary
if i lose a lens
hopefully recipient then a teacher in the end
