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it’s been a while since i’ve composed like this paper to the pen
since i’ve been exposed like this father forgive me for my sins
never been composed i guess in conversations that i’m in
so i suppose i’ve just compensated with this pen
and not address i maladjust in every situation that i’m in
remain just a tourist with no home among men
head’s just in the clouds i guess but i’ve found nothing in them
in this bed i find no rest so i continue to look within
and for that i’m blessed i guess but still uncomfortable in my own skin
forge ahead uncomfortableness remains my closest friend
and enemy but nonetheless i know the state i’m in
i guess i know i’m a mess is that something in the end?
in times of uncertainty, certainly it helps me to pretend
whether i should or shouldn’t be i’m really something like them
a sense of solidarity to keep buried deep within
and wince at the camaraderie while i remain outside the trends
theology, philosophy, artist discography it’s all just fashion in the end
till that day i will pray i’m refashioned just like him
able to love and be loved able to let another in
till then i’ve found a home in poetry in poe and eminem
i feel like they’re really knowing me and i know annabel lee and kim
read and listen, write and then some composure’s mine again

~wwb