It is what it is…

Broken
by Michael Romani

When to myself a danger
I'm perhaps better as a stranger
Love can be funny that way
I have too many dragons to slay

Fixed hard to this reality
Beginning to doubt my capability
To be the man I wish I was
And of this in the maybe because

Opening doors of self-perception
Like an intruder with bad reception
I've never practiced the art of deception
At least, not in my self-conception

I've only always truly sought
To be guided by wisdom and thought
Perhaps to love is but a dream
Like a child yet unseen

But heard in the distance playing
As I remain ceaselessly praying
I would give my life to make this real
If only these secrets to reveal

Puzzled enough to believe
In things my heart conceives
The works of an artist inside me
The greed of a lover derides me

All the courage in the world
With my battle flags unfurled
And still, I cannot change this fact
Here in the key to the final act

Here in my learning to fly
Letting loose in my reply
Your eyes seemed to free me
From my moments of eternity

Drunk in your imperfections
Instant in our deep connections
Now it is that you don't know me
I wasn't ready for this eventuality

Better to myself a stranger
Then to ever again face this danger
To the depths of my heart, I am broken
By the very words, you last have spoken

(c) December 10, 2018   Michael Romani
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