Lucid

Learning to Love my Lonely.

I'm not too easily figured out . . .

Riddles through the riddim of my movements . . .

Toying with the reality of Life.

Healing without honestly dealing

with what led to my demise.

Shadows in the wake of my darkness,

light peaking through the shades of disguise.

"How have you been lately?", they ask.

& yet my heart couldn't choose a side.

-CL