River

No Moses am I

Hermit

There’s a doorway where I lay;
What lies beyond, I cannot say

The social butterfly,
The hermit,
The lover the son the friend; pretend.

Dandelions waltz as we poison our thoughts
With each other’s.

Abandoned to live,
Though you give and you give

Do not sit idle, air pioneer!
Pay attention, safely I’ll steer
You to salvation

A mess of emotions, I’m ruined;
But in the accent of her body I’m fluent.

Pay it forward
Till the balance is backwards.

Do I look like a danger?
When wearing this skin
Of oppressor