Utmost

by

Thomas Granger

If you are you can count me out, don't want to be someone
Who goes because everyone else drifts off in a stun
It is sorely missing what that was ever will surmise
With all the things I make of you, you come as no surprise

I've seen a soul or two before, I hardly take the steam
Like you they come in search for ways in me they can redeem
Any little part of all the secrets that they keep
Locked away until they find that my heart peers so deep

Then riddles by the pages come in forms I do not speak
Arriving here on borrowed time, delivered by mystique
To build a shining platform, which to place my only power
Proving, one to many I grow wiser by the hour

Forgive my utmost flagrancy onto of this I sew
Morsels of my memories, tangent of all I know
Though I know so little of it, it remains to be the part
Of the parts that stir to touch me where I'm tender in my heart

More-so toss my tattered self back, outside the door
Don't want to come, but need to come just like it was before
There isn't any other way for me to do the things I need
To let go of my feelings my thoughts must first be freed

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