I live my life in triplicate to the third power
Where none of my responses are the same
And they are further multiplied by thoughts, feelings and dreams
As if one dimension was too much to fathom and not enough to add up to truth
So I design myself in ways that a myriad of mazes would never catch me off guard
Long enough for any to define how same I was or praise my uniqueness beyond a sigh
Like humans ought not to be built that way
That they neither conform or rebel separately
Instead it is all done at once so as not to miss any bases
For what is the fun of playing baseball alone
If all the players were not in place
And both teams did not equally win a grand slam
It just would not be enough and how believable is it when boldly done
I am in regret at the thought of how well I did it all...to the point that I mastered my game
At the moment of awareness that I discovered my game mastered me
Now I am found in a twilight-zone of reality where I am asked to choose life or death or
Forever be stuck in a game of little bunny foo foo
Now I am neither success nor failure and it is amazing that I got here
Furthermore every trick I ever taught myself now is a tool for other things
They say angels have wings and I wonder under whose wings did I arrive
Being asked to believe and live and do unto every man and child
I am found in a moment of perplexed wondering
Asking how free have I made my God lately
So he can stop walking in my footsteps and revert to his
For I know he is tired of my shoes and the cage I made him sit in
I recount the copies of myself and find it to be an even dozen
So I think out loud if I am both simple and complex …
What will it take for a man to safely love me
Patrice C. Queen
Where none of my responses are the same
And they are further multiplied by thoughts, feelings and dreams
As if one dimension was too much to fathom and not enough to add up to truth
So I design myself in ways that a myriad of mazes would never catch me off guard
Long enough for any to define how same I was or praise my uniqueness beyond a sigh
Like humans ought not to be built that way
That they neither conform or rebel separately
Instead it is all done at once so as not to miss any bases
For what is the fun of playing baseball alone
If all the players were not in place
And both teams did not equally win a grand slam
It just would not be enough and how believable is it when boldly done
I am in regret at the thought of how well I did it all...to the point that I mastered my game
At the moment of awareness that I discovered my game mastered me
Now I am found in a twilight-zone of reality where I am asked to choose life or death or
Forever be stuck in a game of little bunny foo foo
Now I am neither success nor failure and it is amazing that I got here
Furthermore every trick I ever taught myself now is a tool for other things
They say angels have wings and I wonder under whose wings did I arrive
Being asked to believe and live and do unto every man and child
I am found in a moment of perplexed wondering
Asking how free have I made my God lately
So he can stop walking in my footsteps and revert to his
For I know he is tired of my shoes and the cage I made him sit in
I recount the copies of myself and find it to be an even dozen
So I think out loud if I am both simple and complex …
What will it take for a man to safely love me
Patrice C. Queen