Tribulations and prudence. Hurts and forgiveness
Power over the defenseless. Potency and weakness
Enrages and energies held tightly in my fist.
How do I resist
From not tipping the balance in favor of prejudice
Being becomes intriguing on a precipice
I think I simply continue to insist
That smile which reached the eyes reveals my gist
Two worlds. Cut up in a million pieces
Thoughts and feelings. Explained away in some thesis
Space will suffocate. Realities will restrict. My spell will vanish soon
I scramble up impossible palings to catch the rainbow on the moon
I know it exists. My gut tells me to hold on to the belief
I will find a person who concurs. One endorsement too is relief
Imagination suffers chained to real-world skepticism
A risk must be taken to jump over the schism
Heart and head. I trip over my ego my spirit seems to know
Words choke even when feelings flow
Pouring optimism through my veins is taking toll
The mirror keeps reminding me of my role
Should I learn to ignore
Social affronts keep coming to the fore
So many heartbreaks the heart has become unbreakable
Will I hurt still when roles become reversible
I hear the colors now. I sense the nuanced frowns
In the expectancies of the idols so many smiles drown
A sky full of faith steadies the ground below my feet
Run me down as much as you can I still feel upbeat
There is this thin almost unseeable line
Beyond which everything is fine
You stick to your predictabilities
My challenge is to cherry-pick capabilities