Thirty-plus swirls around the sun,
the moon, whatever it is.. heard it’s all one.
Whole life looked at by strangers.
Somebody knows everything but nobody knows it all.
Fifteen years and ten opinions later
attached are all the stigmas.
So, what, I’ll figure me out?
I put my feet down
Peel off sock with sock and the other with toe
Dipping nails into the carpet
Sinking air into my lungs
Storming back on to the ground
I carry a lot of things with no one to carry me.
Fix this world,
I’m ready to go out and see everything so differently.