Poem
No one knows except I, where my heart lies
I live there. I think there. I breathe there.
A vast landscape of nothing
Well maybe ideas and maybe flowers
Wild ones. Like me.
And maybe I’ve already exposed myself too much
Why should I tell you where I spend my time?
I escape there. I get lost there. I found myself there.
Why should I open the door for you?
Shine a light on me for you?
Or release the flooding gates for you?
What then?
You see me for who I am, who I’ve become
Good or bad
What then?
Will you still love the person on the outside?
Or will you despise the person on the inside?
All these questions, all these answers
Well not really… there’s only two.
Yes. Or. No.
No one knows except you and I, where our hearts lie
We live there. We think there. We breathe there.
A vast landscape filled with our secrets
Well maybe ideas and maybe flowers
Wild ones. Like you and me.
And maybe I’m opening up more
Trust plays a part
Why should we tell them where we spend our time?
We escape there. We get lost there. We found ourselves there.
Our fields of awe are exciting
Our fields of awe are burdening
Our fields of awe are unexpected
Our fields of awe are imaginative
Our fields of awe are who we are,
who we’ve become,
who we want to be.
It is us.
