I have a voice
though its purpose
is unclear
If no one hears
my words
are they
words or
mere thoughts
in my head
If no one reads
my words
are they
wasted thoughts
and
the
time
better
spent
asleep
dreaming
of a voice that
can make a
difference
I opened the
wardrobe and
eyed the outfits
and picked the
one from
yesterday
Be be be, be my queen bee
I’ll be whatever you want me to be, be your bee, forever be your bee
Be your jelly in your cell, feed on me, your bee
Don’t be silly, tie me down and let me be your jelly, be free, just be my queen bee
Be be be, be my queen bee
My queen bee
B
What hope remains
for those among us
where years go past
before courage exceeds
the threshold of fear
to finally open
their hearts?
Still I am, so still, so quiet
So unknowing, rarely showing – my wicked sides
So different, you won’t get me by mere sight – sniff me out or take a bite
Be you a doctor of Body, of Mind or Soul
Try to understand you fool, you believer in black and white
It wont get you any closer to the truth
Good luck to you
I will prevail in the everlasting shades of gray
If it was up to me I’d
lock you up – briefly
Be cared for by those
in the know – safely
Shielded from the net
and self-diagnostics
Refocusing thoughts
ending worries – truly
If it was up to me I’d
lock you up – already
It is not up to me
but I may hold the
key to your
freedom
