What I Am

If I could say what I was really feeling
You would feel like you had left from this planet and your breath had vanished
Expanded to understanding
A plan perfect to free a stranded seed planted in weed, sand and debris
Damaged indeed, but ready to break the surface
Simple, singular purpose
Reach as high as it can despite the circus in the circuits of man
Burning his hand to touch his turn to burn a buck, but never he earn enough
To affirm his lust, for a hologram
A picture that he trust, mental image what it meant to be winning
But my luck was broken back in the beginning getting in it for the wrong reason
But through the wrong seeing
The way glowing like auroras showing solar breezes
What my soul needed
To show me how to plug the holes I should know breathing
Breaching limits letting go of what I know is weaker
It's in the air, ether
Play the receiver and let it seep from my fingers 'til it's complete and it lingers
Like something sweet the demeanor of dreamers who fiendin' to sleep
Be in it deep, awake to the day and all that it keeps, falling in peace, no walls
No streets streaks of the all screech off to reach ya'll to free ya'll 'til we all
Call the block, place to raise a child
Purple haze of days
Finding a smile in this scrimmage of you versus you that never finishes and witnesses
A bad ending to a sad story call it allegory for pain
Painted in shades of being a human being that wades in the water
Waits for Valhalla, the author at the altar of experience
Impossible to alter, Gibraltar with no fear in it
Hearing it but not too, listening but not you
Whispering to spirits here and figures that'll watch you
Telling 'em to trust that we'll make it together we headed to better or bust
We aching but shaking the weather with feathers on our backs we touch
A measure of heaven found resting in the crest of our lust
Severed away the desert that begetted our crutch
For something wetter so we shed it with the rest of what was setting us up
Deaded the shuck confidence is alive
In the eyes of my eyes we all gods, all good, all hoods ready to rise until we arrive
Mind on the job at hand
Show my brother the plan to find bliss in the midst of what I am