Not recognized for what you are.
It is a flaw to be naked.
Maybe what it’s always been.
But escape from insignificance of a common place
is so profound timidness becomes me.
Not as if walking on eggshells but clicking a remote control;
thinking it’s to a tv when in fact it’s fucking landmines all over the world.
Each explosion chimes: you don’t belong.
You ever feel like you crossed a line? Like you went too far?
I’m gonna start being nice and sweet to everything but the mighty sky.
I grant you your serenity. Fuck it.
That last blast you’ll have to endure
Like a blind man’s consolation.