I Am A Listener (Pt.2)
The atmosphere was filled by the scent of roasted coffee beans
Alongside a slight cigarette smoke
I sat in a comfortable position of broken down leather seats
Building a structure for the undiscovered
Contemplating my capabilities
The box I held remained half empty
Stepping through the door
I recall sliding out another for a quick thought
I've learnt in my time that permanence spoken is always temporary
Through a glass from which I can't be seen
I stood one
Aware of what she had chosen not to be
People, broken, coped in ways as I spent my days in deliberation
I was a listener
Sounding out the language though random symphony's
Playing them back in such a rhythm-
I had discovered a meaning of my own
The sunset continues to share her apathy
Laying to rest each night on a place in pieces
Too complex to mend
I remember veering right
My eyes guided by a shadow of inspiration
Lacking proper defense for self-preservation
Once focusing on only surface layers
Losing touch of a deeper title within ourselves
I thought I knew of beings and their abilities
In foreign boundaries I believed were safe
Drifting into some location
I asked myself that afternoon;
”Why is it I visit so often such a place?”
I've always answered my own questions through the silence of others;
“In this place lies reality and those who desire the need to give and receive-- while truth lies with the falsely accused”
Well
I am a listener
Soaking in thoughts of diverse minds
I've grasped the bottle without tasting the wine
I’ve payed the price, not spending a dime
I've had my heart fall through my chest
Sensed the loss of blood in fingertips
My tongue slurred through the lack of sense
Trading consequence for ignorance
I stepped forward towards that back entrance
I feel
Remaining knowledge pooling in all of my steps
And now, looking back on where I’ve been
I realize
I am still sketching drafts
Of who I am