As I examine my own reflection,
"Who am really I?"
I think me as a wandering thought;
I have no aim, no direction.

My body feels not me
I'm scared of something or even everything.
I feel not right - not sick - but falsified.
Definitely, my soul is inscrutable.

Great,
I am understood by no one.
I am falsified like I am always misrepresented.
I never felt I belonged to this altering universe.
I never felt home.
I am a homeless hero even in my own dreams

Then, there's you.

You leapt me out of anger which is my comfort.
You introduced me to a world I never expected or believed to be existing.
You are being you while I understand my world is not real without you.
You made me understand something: everything.

So now let me tell you, amor.
I'm done being inscrutable.
I want to be understood with the one I choose to be in more than evergreen... and that's you.