I don't know the noise you make
or your recipe of whispers
I'm trapped in the sound proof bubble of distance
Proof we don't know one another
And yet, you appear - and you peer
into the only life you can see
Like the cover of a book
To judge the title - as I hide under the covers
In white, cotton pages - where lanterns show colors
True colors - truth colors
Under the sounds of the pounds of comparison
Only the sheets tremble
On this side of my being -
behind the smoke screens of protection
As I hear the screams for perfection
My world dances a euphoric calm
A cocoon - far away from the claps
of competition - I petition this back and forth
with black pens and cursive - I curse it
Misunderstanding our real voice - is the vice
As you were picking me apart
by these glimpsed bits and pieces
I've been picking myself up
Peace by peace
I now carry my own self
And will not collapse under the ego that beckons
It's not worth the lapse in flow
As we float through the webs of unease
You have all of your dreams
And I've got my own good night prayer -
To tuck ourselves into the beauty we create
The creation of light from the nightmares we've known
We play the same game but I don't care to win
I've already won the war I fought for too long
So this small battle isn't worth the medal
To meddle - I’m my own hero
The world still scrolls in front of our eyelids
Open up and see the pages like a reel
That the pain has been real
Behind these filtered years