It's been a long time since I first started offering lines
Of poetry flowing daily as she opened my mind
Something about the rhythm of my metaphors and the structure
She got me thinking I could do it so I did it in public
Got on the stage in front of strangers out of my comfort
Nervous as a hooker in church thinking that I would fumble
Holding the ball tightly with all of my animation
Ran in a straight line without mentally pacing
Told them who I was and didn't mention my future because
I'm hoping she'll help me shape it with a chapter of love
Followed by consistency that only she's offered
Understanding my understandings and the reasons I've prospered
And also the reasons I've faltered in my quest for a meaning
Of meaningless misunderstandings realistically dreaming
Understanding my past is only relevant if I'm charged
With frivolous allegations that are offered from far
Far away long ago when my future was foreign
But they obviously want to indict me for not being so boring..........
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