We've been running from the painnSteps far from possible.nThree years and too much changenI'm still impossible.nnThrow my compass in the airnGround please break make me lostnTake my eyes and directionnX marks nothing at all.nnMay I speak?nnHere's a thoughtnWait a million or two about the things that I've done and those that I'd like to.nSlept with a stripper and prayed with a saintnAsked for forgiveness then binged for days.nHere's a poem that bleeds for menStitches my words and cradles my speech.nWhat does sorrow ever mean to me if I don't care?nBut I really do care.nnThere's a girl I love but can't bear to be withnA dream so close but always short of reaching.nAnd since I hurt I'll scream that I don't carenI hate that I really do care.nnWe've been running from the painnSteps far from possible.nThree years and too much changenI'm still impossible.nnMay I speak?nnIn the end what could be said?nWe scrape our knees, we try our best.nBut the question that cuts me deepnWill I wake up one morning and truly believenI alone am not a tragedynI am worthy of the air I breathenI am worthy of the term I seek, beautiful,nBecause that's my favorite word.nnI weaponize secondsnAnd I hold minutes hostagenI weaponize secondsnAnd I hold minutes hostage.nnIs it safe to say I miss you when you're not here to listen?nnWhen they come for menI'll be stepping the dead walknnKill them allnLet God sort them out..nLet God sort them out.