slice of the fourth hexagon's wall
i don't know how to be true to myself
it's all bits and pieces, can't put them together
going from place to place and only keeping what i don't want
hoping that one day, something will stay
--
up there, alongside the moon, the sky, and the stars,
in a little corner
of this lonely, vast empty sea
i found myself
so far away
it's so loud, i screamed to myself,
to the wind that was pushing me against my will,
to the rope that held me down
i made a sound.
only i was there to hear it,
but it was only for myself all along.
i followed,
and i will always follow,
for the sound of my voice has a mind of its own.
and i trust it more than my own.