Someone’s knocking on my wall
I can hear them, but I won’t answer.
It’s safe living in the shadow
of my full potential.
But I do so miss the sunlight
but not the attention, when I’m in it.
I must think about carving a doorway
so that some may enter
that being, a chosen few.
The mask I wore for the world
has worn thin as eggshells.
Maybe I should carve a gateway
shed this mask, long past expeiration
hang up yesterday’s inhabitations
next to the paralyzing fears
of reality perceived.
In liberation,
I'll step across the threshold
of purgatories battlements
I can hear them, but I won’t answer.
It’s safe living in the shadow
of my full potential.
But I do so miss the sunlight
but not the attention, when I’m in it.
I must think about carving a doorway
so that some may enter
that being, a chosen few.
The mask I wore for the world
has worn thin as eggshells.
Maybe I should carve a gateway
shed this mask, long past expeiration
hang up yesterday’s inhabitations
next to the paralyzing fears
of reality perceived.
In liberation,
I'll step across the threshold
of purgatories battlements
into a fate
that I have always put off
until…
next week!
that I have always put off
until…
next week!
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