I am as empty as the meaning of my opening line,
Yet as full as an avocado;
Ripe with potential to be sweet and smooth.
I don’t want to be vain,
I don’t mean to be as bold as the cock…
Of a gun,
Or to cock back my head and dictate this space,
Or dictate your pace,
But dictate my pace
And not waste…
My words, because you are going to listen to me.
even if I seem as empty as the meaning of my opening line…
Because my words are weapons, and my tongue is cocked back ready to shoot my soul at you…
I changed from a chicken into a rooster, so now I come across as cocky, when I crow at you … I just sat on my potential till it hatched.
I don’t want to be arrogant, but you are going to listen to every last word of my written rant.
Because until I find someone who can relate, at the pace I dictate
to what, I am;
Where, I am;
Who, I am;
and all. the emptyness I’ve faced.
My world and my words would have gone to waste
And I am… Just not going to let that happen.
(Co written by harmony farrell)