My house, my role My friends, my man My devotion to god All the more feels indefinite
Nothing's been clear Nothing's been in Nothing's felt true And I've never had both feet in Nothing's belonged Nothing's been yes Nowhere's been home And I'm ready to be limbo no more
My taste, my peers My identity, my affiliation All the more feels indefinite
Nothing's been clear Nothing's been in Nothing's felt true And i've never had both feet in Nothing's belonged Nothing's been yes Nowhere's been home And I'm ready to be limbo no more
I sit with filled frames And my books and my dogs at my feet My friends by my side My past in a heap Thrown out most of my things Only kept what I need to carve Something consistent and notably me
Tattoo on my skin My teacher's in heart My house is a home Something at last i can feel a part of Sense of myself My purpose is clear My roots in the ground Something at last I can feel a part of Something aligned To finally commit Somewhere I belong Cuz I'm ready to be limbo no more My wisdom applied A firm foundation A vow to myself 'Cuz I'm ready to be limbo no more
I've been most unwilling to see this turmoil of mine The thought of sitting with this has me paralyzed
With this prolong exposure to mirror and averted eyes I've feigned that I've been waiting: such mileage for empathizing
[Chorus] And now I see the maddness in me is brought out in the presence of you And now I know the madness lives on, when you're not in the room And though I'd love to blame you for all, I'd miss these moments of opportune You've simply brought this madness to light and I should thank you Oh thank you, much thanks for this bird's eye view Oh thank you for your most generous triggers
It's been all too easy to cross my arms and roll my eyes The thought of dropping all arms leaves me terrified
[Chorus]
I'd have to give up knowing and give up beaing right You inadvertent hero, you angel in disguise
Me, and my helmet such an un-conventional kid All intense and kinetic, at best tolerated from afar Not yet arrested, and by that I mean betrothed though a start I am newly courted I've just not been trusted with alters
I'm a sweet piece of work, well intentioned yet disturbed wrongly label-ed and under-fed, treated like a rose as an orchid
My friends, as they weigh in, get understandably protective They have a hard time being objective So inside we cancel each other out
I'm a sweet piece of work, well intentioned and unloved unlabeled and misunderstood, treated like a rose as an orchid
You've brought water to me, making sure my bloom rebounds you know best of what my special care allows
So I've lived in my blind spot thought myself usual when I'm not and your garden is a nice spot as long as it is brave and where you are
For this sweet piece of work, high maintenance and deserted I've been different and deserving, treated like a rose as an orchid Sweet piece of work, overwhelmed un-observed I've been bowed down to but so misread treated like a rose as an orchid
I would never have been in such a rush I would never have tried to control I would never have worn such 'fear lenses' I would never have held on so tightly
I would have kept my boundaries set My loving no’s, my unwavering yes’s Risked abandonment and stood by that And thereby felt constant connect
This fountain of regret, this looking back with twenty-twenty Torturous hindsight if i knew then what i know now This mountain of remorse won’t repeat with my understanding This wouldn’t have happened if i knew then what i know now
I would’ve gone slower Pushed infrequent Would not have rushed into such commitment I would’ve shown restraint as my feet got wet I would’ve baby-stepped into intimate
This fountain of regret, this looking back with twenty-twenty This torturous hindsight if i knew then what i know now This mountain of remorse won’t repeat with my understanding This wouldn’t have happened if i knew then what i know now
I would’ve known much more Known that time was all we had for future depth to unfold I would’ve had more faith at every step I would’ve kept intact through the whole process
Oh this fountain of regret is looking back with twenty-twenty Torturous hindsight if i knew then what i know now This mountain of remorse won’t repeat with my understanding This wouldn’t have happened if i knew then what i know
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Title: Gallops Of Champions
Medium: Oil Painting on Canvas
Size: 152 cm x 152 cm
Year: 2025
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