My days fluctuate in a sinusoidal manner,
sometimes a day with glistening green and brilliant blue is just out of my view.
Others I profess its beauty like it’s my country’s banner,
and being unable to bear the beauty seals my corpse with a screw.
Now this corpse knows life,
The arduous carpenter bee and the pop-up piano player playing with passion made sure of that.
So this corpse’s mockingbird sings selfishly
yet meets resistance for every instance bears a reminder of his existence.
Now he prefers several alibis, for regardless of how hard I try
my mockingbird still won’t fly
I know him as the intimidation of our interaction in a public situation
Yet he knows me so thoroughly when I’m free
Now being free is not nearly being me for
the moment he leaves is what I think free to be.
And I don’t know who that me will be but please
just let me see who I can become.