Who's to say

where i should step

what i should grasp barehandedly

which road to stumble down

who's to be there, just to watch me fall

no doubtedly becoming lost

following words like trees

natural, being free

who's to say youre good for me

who made you king of anything

ill push the pull these messes in life
ill strive to develop another side

ill look within, and beyond

and light up with song and dance

rhythm, movement, metronome

sculpt myself as if i'm a piece

find the world within

swing hand in hand with my thoughts

so romantic, i'll always be

my hands are restless, though

and im artlessly content now and then

i dip into each word with care

the perfect words?

a perfect fit?

oh no, such thing isnt there

atleast for the time being

so i'll create something, simplicity at its best

i love where im at
body, mind, and soul

ready, steady,
i tell you, dear
watch this disaster become beautiful