I was an ocean, there was a notion that I could be the sight of every intention, my interventions never could be the saving grace of my history. This life that won’t let me be.
Throughout my childhood, I was the rival of every intent that went before the intention of every invention that passed through my way.
The saving grace of my history, this life that won’t let me be. It could never be spoken before today.
I was just waiting, anticipating through all of my days. Then went my way to the city, thought I could find me, but I couldn’t see. The same old ways of my history, this life that won’t let me be.
It could never be spoken, it could never be opened, before today.
