When did I stop being a kid
Only focusing on the moment
Not caring about what others though
Being myself truly without any inhibition
Now I’m bringing out that part of me
No fucks are given to those masters of fucks
Now I stroll along, tongue out and head shaking
To a good ass song
Singing a tune only summed up by yew
My head is a powerful thing
But also my greatest enemy
When did I start restraining my voice
Bottling up my emotions to become some
Mr. Robot Man
Piano melodies reverberate back and forth
Between the walls of my Head
As I discover a new grace
That’s really been here all along
To play throughout the journey of life
Is a great gift I’m taking
I think it was middle school
Where I carved my own desires and interests
Closed myself off and got caught
Up in the pleasure and dopamine
In that lost myself
When I become aware of the eyes around me
And valued how others valued me more than I valued myself
Who would’ve thought, this discovery would come now
What a time to be alive isn’t it
All these things to lose oneself
Supposedly to propagate happiness
But only making it into a commodity
Into an item to be purchased or bought
No
I go back to my roots
And there I found
The reality of the innocent
15 seconds left, What mark can I make, who knows, maybe it’s not about the mark, I make my mark in the making of it
Erik's Poetry 