The Mime of Crow
Take my lips from me, steal my teeth
Rip my voice from my throat
Throw a wrench at my voice box, there's no point in the lock
Sorry for being abrupt, carrying this halfway through a morning tune
But this needed to be said, this needed to be addressed
So let me dress down my chaotic steps
Cover up my distress and give access to the grievance I possess
Why have I been given a voice to speak
Why have I opened my mouth to let these words flow around me
A hurricane of verbs, nouns, sentences abound
A colorful world of a mystic surround sound, whirlwinds of letters floating like people in a crowd
Stellar this description is while dull is what my presence gives
I only vent to assume, I have no clue
With what I say I don't mean to come off so construed, a knotted ball of yarn
Practically I'm Niagara Falls, I can talk enough for an entire classroom
Wait don't reach for the remote and put me on....mute
Too late? So soon?
What does it matter, you can't hear me
Won't hear me, refuse to hear me
Hear me, hear me, hear me, HEAR ME!
Outrage, this is an outrage
Why give me a voice I wish to shout for all to hear
Why give me at all a wish, a desire to give my tiny little voice to have a famous sort of push, a famous sort of notoriety
In writing, in videos, in public opinion when the public consensus is obscurity
When my own mother ignores me
Like I'm just a fly buzzing around the car
Do you know how many countless stars
I begged, pleaded, stood defeated on endless nights to berate the Gods' to find some light in me to shine so bright
And this is what I receive: A wish come true
Glory to up above, they gave me what I wanted; parents on Christmas day
What they neglected to mention to me, what they neglected to say to me was my attempts are fruitless
A farmer watering barren soil
Proof my attempts prove that I have no business trying if what I try ends up in failure
And it's not me, you can't say it's me
All I choose to pursue, I do so with impeccability
I do so with confidence, I do so with earnest optimism
I do so with a goal in mind, a goal to achieve
Yet my goals proceed to allude me, proceed to chase me away
As all ears fall deaf on the words I try to annunciate
All ears fall deaf as I proceed to produce words to further the future I can only write with agitated tone
I'm 21 now, I don't want to be discovered while I lay covered by ashes and ten feet of dirt & tears
I've always been a step behind the curve and now I'm a step behind an era who refuses to read
Who refuses to...
I swear I am a mime in the middle of the street
Attempting to be entertaining, attempting to challenge the mystery of human life with pure interpretation
But no sound comes out as I put myself in soundproof glass
Scratching and clawing at disillusioned walls which bleed with me as I can't breathe from this suffocation of being the only one to hear my own words fluently
So like most with big city dreams, you either choose the west or the east to succeed
But I'm only a small town believer
So I guess off I go to the west coast for love and opportunity
Hoping her ears aren't the only pair to care, hoping her ears aren't treating me like a static lullaby
Copyright © Andrus Cassian | Year Posted 2016
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