It's around midnight
My feet kiss the cold, hard floor
I should have worn socks

I was born into this.
I was born into this family of music makers.
  From the moment I could hear from my mother's womb, my ears were bombarded with singing and the sweet sound of music.
  I was born into this.
I was born into this family full of talent.
what if I wanted to be a doctor?
What if I was supposed to be a healer?
  I was born into this.
I was born into this family that teaches their young that music is life, and all around us. And because I was born into this family, I didn't stand a chance.

Ever felt

Like drowning

Like it was easier
Than pursuing

Like loving
Was harder
Than living

I am a warrior poet.
Or maybe
I am a worrier poet.

My heart reaches out for a soul so absolutely intelligent that everything they say is interesting and I would never want them to stop. I want us to smile so much even while being apart makes it hard and only the thought alone can provoke. If they stood at eye level, we would be able to hold each other like most people hold one another only in bed; with my hands on his face and his on my waist. We could fit together like we were made that way. and I hope for moments I can share with the flowers, my nostalgia takes me back to my love for gardens.

The church, the steeple
My home, my people
How close to sin
How far from Him
While hypocrites preach
I pray the lord, my soul to keep

I am lost. But is being lost such a horrible concept?
I am lost. There is no path in sight, but I am not stranded.
I am lost. Legs weighted with burden grow stronger with every step.
I am lost. At this point in life it is nice to loose your sense of direction.
I am lost. But is being lost such a horrible concept?