and visit you with, "Peek-A-Boo."
Until I grow and speak.
Until that time,
they'll wish the best, for this kid, you know.
Because you've sold, for her, her Soul:
"Divine, it's knot for you."
A strange way to go; "You know!"
Sadly, years have passed and tears
have filled my eyes, until:
I poured with this and I must still resist,
'cause it just seems people say,
"I don't believe you," or/and they'll say, "No Way!" to scream.
"You're making all this Up!!"
"They're worst lives, yet" and I do know,
"Put this all behind you."
I often stare into their minds,
to see what anchors hate.
"Where is this Life? I'd like to meet."
All they do,
is to protest,
stand on their feet
and walk away.
I thought so hard and tried to bar,
that reason was not in this.
It came to me while Bluntie sings,
"Oh Beautiful, fuck this."
I must, I have to understand,
it's in my genes to do.
I'll go crazy, haunting you, if I can't do this,
at least, I try; "I do!"
Human Beings are troubling,
my Life has proved to me.
That understanding can be had, but, not for everything.
So thought I did and ponder, I blinked,
came up with this for me: A First.
I understand that I may not,
frustration builds its plea.
So; What I did, was say so loud,
I shocked myself as well.
"I understand that this, I am, not able to understand at all."
And now I know that my understanding for now:
Is, to understand, that not understanding, is my understanding!
Relief, I felt. A breath, I took.
Anxiety, it did leave.
Just like the impossible is to me,
the possible waiting to be.