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Squared


Close your eyes and feel the light breeze touch your tips

The world is larger than my front door but

I refuse to watch as it slams its square in the gut

My body and words can change the future

I am not alone

in fact there are generations with enough will to forget the past

and predict our own new beginnings

They say I am nuts Purified crazy That I

have lost my senses and I must be a dreamer Well forget them

I know taking the step out my front door is scary

and I will want to hide for shelter

yet I can't because too many people need my hope

for this world They need someone to stand and say

it will all be okay 

It will all be okay because I am here

with my door open

because I am here 

and together we can make this world round again

We can get the door open even if it means prying it open

with a rusted old crowbar

The world is larger than my front door but 

I know I am strong enough to help give hope

through my body and words

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