Know Telling (12/2019)

I’d like to speak my heart.
I’d like to make my art.
I’d like to find myself
so I could start to start.

Needed, arrived, and pushed to the side.
Really left my love behind.
Make up anything you’d like.

Ever since the day I lost my rock,
I’ve been struggling to find my way.
I don’t know what else to say.

Half of me slipping me,
the other side poking holes.
Scoring doesn’t do a thing
if you just sit on the mold.

I’ma kick this wheel and make it spin.
Watch the grain and focus in.
Spirals from a fingertip.
Centered, I’ll make this different.

So I don’t know where to go.
So I don’t know what to do.
It seems I can do anything, except talk to you.

I don’t know, they don’t listen.
I don’t know, they can’t feel.
I don’t know if it’s just me,
but it all seems really real.

Softened, circle rock rotates,
reeling in my eyes.
Leaning up to whisper to me,
don’t tell or live no lies.
You know telling isn’t living.

I’d say I’m happy.
I’d say I’m fine.
I’d say I’d smile a bit more
if we talked from time to time.

Wires splice, the wheel slows down.
Pull me off, it’s time to rest,
on which shelf is your best guess.