So here I am
with my eyes of gray to tell you what I've come to say,
I’ve mulled It over, many times
with It I've committed masterful crimes
in dreams heavy and artfully deep
I think of It submerged with sleep
It blows to me in winds of east
to tell me what grows within is a beast
in smirks of strangers It comes to me
and buzzes in my thoughts like a bee
in sodas flat and so very bland
I drink It up as if It were a mirage in sand
immersed in work of concentration
without my consent, It comes without hesitation
in times of crisis, and times of need
It invades my ground like a weed.
It shades the moonlight
without attempt of fight
when covered with in water It floats in
It is the highest form of my sin
It falls right out of the sky
and lands in my thick sighs
in music It is the bubbly beat
that seems to move into my feet
It creeps into my clenched hand
to It I am It’s holy land
So here I am.
With my eyes of gray to tell you what I’ve come to say,
I love…