This
contained
energy
Will be the
Fucking end of me
In my symphonic body I paint a note too hard to reach
Still I speak as though im at the peak
Staring down at fallen leaves
Acknowledging to myself if I was to actually leap,
I would already be on the ground
No sound comes around as I scream from my mouth
Temptation to change perceptions of me are too big to ignore
They beget more of their own kind than before
And now im staring up at that note from my bedroom floor
If I could reach it
In the right key it might open a door
And let in fresh air to sink into my pores
This
Contained
Energy
Could be the end of me
But I promise I wont let it
I will strive to fly higher until I finally have spent it