You might find the words too simple
Topics excessively mundane
You may question the hability
You may wonder about the skills
The fact is
one cannot be but oneself
And that door, once locked, was opened
And the life, once shut out, marched in
The world expanded
Hues and shades that never were
All the lights more intense
Every sound more profound
Each of feelings more acute
I might not grasp it all
I might not see it so clear
I might not dig the deepest
But there's no avoiding
There's no preventing
There's no redemption,
But to keep on going
To keep on searching
To keep on digging
So, forgive the shortcomings,
Or else yet, look away
For the better
For the worse
I am
I will
My voice is here to stay
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