my story begins not-so-right
fighting and biting my way out of the night
aware of having a face that wasn’t my own
obsessed with avoiding being alone
pushing, squeezing
trying to work on my breathing
never believing
I could really make it out on time
but this is how I came to love
these unfettered lines
I traded all I thought I was
into who I really am
I gave up following a straight line
and started for an uncharted way
I turned in my map for a songbook
and traced the light into the day
I gave up and lost it all
and let myself fall
into the grace of not knowing
where I am or where I am going
and soon I came to see
I had been strangling the life right out of me
with a rulebook as a noose
and a false sense of reality
but this is how I came to love
these unfettered lines
I gave up all I thought I knew
and danced in a dark room
running for the sunrise
obligatory ambitions absolved
I returned to the womb
and started anew
these words finally opening my eyes