I speak for your ear.
But you do not hear.

I toss my signals to the skies..

They land so far.
From where you are.

I see the fear in your eyes..

How can I show?
What you need to know?

To walk with me on this path?

Listen?  You can't.
Despite this rant.

You have no soul for my math..

I'm not a mystery.
Ask and you'd see.

I hold truth open to read..

A book for you.
If ever you choose.

To follow rather than lead..

Let's meet at the crossroads between suffering and awe..
Is it as it must be?  Past to die that life may draw..

Its breath from love to begin now anew?
Do I have even the right "to be" without you?

And what do I think of this here Scarlet Letter?
Should I not be shamed into conducting myself better?

I've lost the "high ground" and tumble so close..
An "undone" life of my doing, some would propose..

So where is remorse?  Where is regret?
Is it foolish pride or what my soul can't forget..

Put here for a purpose though it may displease some..
My soul, she is stubborn and won't budge til she's done.

So my name was "Waztaeat",
And now its "whereyoubeen"!?

But the only crazy part???
I kept answerin!

I'd move idly through each my days.
Respond atomatically, seeming unphased.

But under this calm outward facade.
Braced for indignities, my soul quietly raged.

"Don't lie! Don't lie!
You hate this!", she'd shout.

"Stop allowing this nonsense.
Or you'll never come out."

"Of this crazy, wackadoo loop...
I'm your soul! The only you get!"

"Take your stand NOW kiddo!
Or you soon may forget.."

"Your whole point and purpose..
For this life; move and breath free."

"Through boundless open spaces..
Gleening truth, seeing you see me.."

I get nervous when a flock of birds flies over my head

I get headaches if there isn't coffee brewing in the morning

I get excited when the power goes out


I get light headed when you kiss me on the lips
(in a good way)