That's not how it works, that's not how it goes.
I'll show you how it feels to live every day on in the very tips of your toes,
trying to see just beyond a vision you've already reached for.
I'll show you what it's like to need more.
I'll show you what's it's like, I'll show you what to bleed for.
I'll show you how to breathe forth, whispers bold enough to blow the whole world up. How it feels to have your words come out of the back of your throat at half the note that you really feel,
and still terrorize the most perfect ears to have ever listened in years.
To hold tears of people you only picture dressed in a smile, ones that would make you run for miles upon miles.
I'll show you what it feels like but only for awhile...
while all things are true within my truths, sometimes even the recluse refuse to lose the connections that became their muse. Sometimes we wake up, and say, I'll show you it feels to understand the confused.
To make the ironic, incredibly iconic.
I'll show you where I lost it,
I'll show you how I built it back.
I'll show you the line and where I crossed it;
I don't know how to hold back.
Maybe it's that I lack, or that I was given, a concept in my heart that released me from a prison
away from chains around my name and shackles that laid suffocating my veins.
I am free now, no longer pressed in my shame. I was to blame for everyday that I remained a day away from my serenity.
And now, I feel so heavenly.
Flying free, and lately, you remember me.

~ L.E.G