Frustration like trying to taste
Sweet fruit through a dental dam.
Seeing so much potential wrapped up
And bogged down in you
Is a fire under my ass to move
And live and breath and do.
It comes from love, my disappointment.
Comes from being fed escapist figment
Pulp by a role model.
Comes tearing out my lips in
Moments of inhibition
You won’t remember tomorrow.
Like fireflies blasting off my tongue,
Burning out in a fizzle against
Are there no words to make
You dance or have I not yet found a tune?