We bite the end of our names,
and hold it in between our teeth,
if others wish to learn it,
they must wrest it from our grips,
but they’ll see if they like it,
only after they obtain it.
And we’ll only obtain it from them,
after we remove our skins,
and peel away our protections,
and risk what might not be,
worth risking for.
And we’ll only obtain it from them,
after we take chances,
and run through the spider webs,
with open mouths,
and thankful hearts,
and hopeful minds,
that we must keep foolish.
And we’ll only obtain it from them,
after we force the truth,
or the lies,
of a mask of misfortune,
to show itself,
as only a facade,
covering a blessing.
Not everything is easy,
despite starting first,
we may end last,
and despite what they’ll tell us,
not everything will be worth it.
But what will last,
and what will be of worth,
is somewhere out there,
just grasping it, holding on to it,
or even recognizing it,
will not be easy,
and we cannot always trust,
what we feel is recognizable.
Time may be wasted,
and efforts may be futile,
but that’s how things are,
and that’s how things will be,
we’ll rise and we’ll fall,
we’ll triumph and we’ll lose,
but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
