They look at me
Without really looking at me
All They can see
Is what They want me to be

I hear all critiques
They try to disguise
They’ve burned me to ashes
I’m no phoenix; I can’t rise

I’ve tried and failed and tried
To desecrate who I am
No matter what I change
It’s not good enough for Them

So I lay here in the blackness
And try and fail and try
I lay here in the ashes
I’m no phoenix; I can’t rise.

From the dust of chaos comes order,
For in that rubble, ideas are gleaned.
From the bright light of death comes the darkness of life,
From us comes everything in between.

Spring
We are all in spring,
our lives budding and blooming.
Shifting, changing, rearranging,
rushing, always moving.

Our future will be so different
than what we’ve always known.
Some may run from this strange new world,
some will embrace the unknown.

We are all in spring,
and summer will soon arrive.
The winds of change are blowing;
It’s the end of the beginning of our lives.