No Words

Be Thou exalted over my reputation

Over my satisfaction

Over my intellection

Because I’m tired

Of keeping appearances to keep attention

And I’m tired

Of having confidants to have confidence

And I’m tired

Of being astute to be accepted.

And if this is what it takes to live

Take me to the grave

Because THIS is not what I came here for.

And THIS is not my purpose.

I’m here as a city shaker

An earth quaker

And a kingdom maker.

But when I lose sight of it all,

I walk blindly past the goal

And begin to seek the lesser things,

Of being worth it

And with it

And for it.

And I start to pretend

Like I’m worth having

Worth keeping

Worth watching.

And I search for something more

When the jewels lay on the floor

Right in front of me.

Screaming to me their value

And I ignore them for the sake of myself

But being a free spirit is nothing

If you’re bound to your own expectations

And exclamations

And exaltations.

So walk me to the gallows and hang me

For what I’ve been.

And let me die to who I was

And make me again

Into who I am.

And who I will be

And who I’m yet to become.

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