puzzle me this, mr. jigsaw:
when did you cut me down?
why did i step on your block?
if i did, why would i bow my head
and trade my peace to you
to be another piece of you?
i know the rest: i was born dead
and life is what you poured for me
a glass of bitter shackles and a path
of brittle bravery
i walk your walk, i talk your talk,
i wear your shirt across too much gut
and not enough guts
i bob my head to your tune,
my heart beats to your beats,
my addiction is your beast,
the monkey on my back called
fitting in
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
puzzle me this, mr. jigsaw:
when did you cut me down?
why did i step on your block?
if i did, why would i bow my head
and trade my peace to you
to be another piece of you?
i know the rest: i was born dead
and life is what you poured for me
a glass of bitter shackles and a path
of brittle bravery
i walk your walk, i talk your talk,
i wear your shirt across too much gut
and not enough guts
i bob my head to your tune,
my heart beats to your beats,
my addiction is your beast,
the monkey on my back called
fitting in
