it’s the whirlwind
of days
my scattered parts
fling to the air
and i’m landing within
the boundaries
of necessity and duty
somewhere
i step away just to find
myself again
sink my feet in some sand
make a fist with my hand
dig my nails into my skin
i’m still me
i’m still me
i need you to understand
i glance out to the distant skyline
just to prove the sky remains my friend
i am still me
this is still my need
no matter where i land
- les’nspired
