I feel myself
growing tired of
telling you what I feel like
things I've seen and
how I came out on the other side
somethin like aight
thinkin like I wanna say
somethin more
somethin about politics
and what I do my show for
why I preach participation
in the process
and faith in something greater
cause we all digress
and gonna find a time
when it's best to press reset
so I say let mistakes be mistakes
be thankful His mercy
never forsakes
and give as much to the universe
as it finds space to take...

I feel me a little
better than when I first
started pressing publish
on various social sites
and had long since faded to black
at all the local open-mics
this me knows I can
pen with a purpose
not just on purpose
cause I like to pen
I'm looking at it like
I never saw it this time
that I'm lookin at it again
this is someplace more
than just a sanctuary to repent
for my sins...

I could choose to
resonate because my journeys
been great
pontificate on hope
and the untimely perfection
of fate
but that's too easy to do
I'd rather if I got the
ear and mind of you
tell you bout what a vote can do
how your country needs you
especially them people
that look like you
and if it seemed confusing before
than allow me to show you the way...

I could keep talking bout my life
or I could show you why he made me his wife
and expand my lexicon opposite of the easy way
and tell you I got something more to say.

Maybe the sound of your voice
does still send shivers down my spine
and make smiles form on my face
even though I'm still mad
at whatever you did the last time
that hurt like hell
but looking at me -
I know you can't tell...

Listening as I laugh
at the bad jokes you tell
over my attempts at good days
just because you can
and it amuses you to do so
and nobody knows like
I know
still do I let this
reaping the seeds
I choose to sow...

Maybe I loved all that was broken
inside your faith that I forgot
to pay attention to what you'd
molded yourself to be anyway
thinking it actually mattered
sometimes what I had to say
that this could have been real
and not just more of the games
that people like us
are prone to play...

That's not to say
I don't get why we not one
still if ever we were
and I am with dude
and you with her
these pictures of reality
I see without a blur
and I'm riding the line
accepting we had our time
and it's nothing if
I still am inspired by you
for a couple lines...

Maybe I do miss you
but that ain't the same
as wanting you back
or to ever again
feel like that
at least this way
the pain is the same tomorrow
as it was today
and yesterday
and not finding new ways
to dig deeper
like the things
you used to say...

so maybe I do miss you
but that's a feeling
I resolved to the notion
is just gonna stay.