Never truly defined,
I stand in line.
Doubting my presence,
criticizing my essence,
slowly composing my message
as I wait.
Wait for those in my front
and my behind
to tell me I am
just a mime.
I mimic what they are
and never truly know me,
so I am always their
ambiguity.
They say I'm
neither here nor there.
Either this or that
and because of my indefiniteness,
in my box I will be forever
trapped.
But seeing that
there's more to me,
I step out of line and preach.
I preach to my future and my past
that today marks a new day
in which I begin to see
that I am no longer marked
by my uncertainty.
I say to them,
I finally know myself.
I know I am a preaching soul
with clipped wings.
That although content,
my heart still desires
material things.
That while a stranger,
I'm still part of the
in crowd.
And that although quiet,
my voice is still loud.
The line moved.
People staring as
I wait for their reply.
The only sound to be heard
with the shuffle were
deep sighs.
They said,
"Young blood, go back in
that line. Go stand
where you belong
because the words you
preach, is no man's
song.
You can 't change our
interpretation because
it is painted with obscurity,
so you will continue to
remain the chosen
ambiguity.
Now come to this window
with your card out and
let your indefiniteness
be marked.
And begin to understand that
you're in no man's land
and learn to embrace
your part."
Sadden by my failure
with the card in my hand,
I step outside to breathe.
Nothing surrounded me
except
the swaying trees.
And so I looked up
for I needed to pray.
As I saw the blue sky,
my pain now prevalent
turnt my world an ugly grey.
The rain came hard,
making puddles
all around.
In moments,
I dropped my card
to the ground.
But not knowing
what's right for me,
I reach for my card
and in the puddles
I could see.
I could see my crown
staring back at me,
my doubt as well
as my uncertainty.
And as the rain continued,
now clouding my sight,
I sadly waved to my
ambiguity.
