Reflecting mirrors of the sun
Sends rays, into the darkest corners
And nothing is certain of outcome that lay
I am not of an opinion to be labelled
To a side in pigeon holes, myself
I observe and react to situations at hand
Afforded not the luxury of the bubble
That defines and protect one's perception
Of the debacle that is before thee
No "get out" clause, stipulated in conditions
No contracts, that holds ground
To garuntee safety nets of proceedings
I am not of an opinion to reflect on the end
Setting out, sending out, celebratory props
Before crossing the finishing line as preordain
Seen too many eleventh hour enacted encounters
That makes the steepest mountain peak climbed
Seem like a walk in the park after game change
All the same, I am grounded, silence with ambition
Set in notions that charity begins at home
And mine got drawn into my DNA, before birth
It is an identity older than what I was to be named
A yin yang, like two edged sword running in my vine
It cuts to free, I bleed deep at the same time
So watch closely, not from a distance
I pledge you, to define me, to know
For an understanding of an enigma
I pledge to you
Nice layered writ. Love this part:
ReplyDeleteI am not of an opinion to be labelled
To a side in pigeon holes, myself
I observe and react to the situations at hand