Is it almost an insult to you
A low-value me
Thinking anything could possibly be
Do you laugh and mock
At the foolish groupie
If you happen to look
What do you see?
I can only look from my inside view
Thinking I have something of value
To offer you
I am just a joke
I know this to be true
But funny may be something
In your life, you could use
In your serious business
Of blowing your flute
In any event
I offer my fruit
It’s yours
To use
Whether or not
You choose

Logically
I know my professed
Feelings for you
Cannot possibly be true
I’m just a stranger
Behaving strangely
Believing in some fake
Wanna be my destiny
And instead of realizing what a fool I be
I’m delusionally
Thinking
“Well, this is his effect on me”
Day by day
This I see
I mean nothing to you
And I don’t know what you mean to me
But it cannot possibly be
What I think I can see
And the things I think I feel
I must accept they aren’t real
If they were of any value
You would surely feel them too
Vapors of feelings
I pretend to be true
Whispers on winds
About birds and bees
Heard only by trees
Repeated by their leaves in the breeze
Sent to a man
Who doesn’t speak
The language of trees

Questions with no answers
Actions neither right or wrong
All different directions to the same place
Depending upon where you’re from
Trash and treasures
Perspectively
Either way
To you is me

Watching insanity permeate
Through society
Quicker than ever before possibly
We are at a tipping point
Maybe
But that’s probably
What they always say
Since they had speech
But I cannot help but believe
At this time, and this whole scene
We gotta take back who we really be
And say it with such fervency
There is NO MORE
Questionability
Of who America really be
Ya see?
These ***** are misrepresenting we
And I don’t know how to fix
Angry people
Scary

You witnessed it all
Til it turned to smoke
All the effort
Nothing gained
Lost is time, and maybe confidence
Only ashes remain
Along with this sooty stain
I have no right to complain
But here I do, anyway
All the liberties I take
You gave me none
For goodness sake

I might be almost ready to move away
If there is no choice
Which there seems to be not
Choice voiced
Accepted not my choice
I suppose you hope for me
To find someone who is healthy
And you will probably celebrate to see
Me writing someone else poetry
That seems to me
The kind of man you be

I go off
Whether you notice
Or not
Check out other spots
There’s gotta be one
Somewhere
Who I’d rather love than you
It would be healthy for me to
Focus on someone new
I know this to be true
And if I know you
You wish it for me, too
Wonder what a girl can do
With everything I’ve learned
Through you