pathways

constant protestations
coupled with testimony
that love is the source
assuming understanding
of things unknown

judgment and complaints
of the cage where I dwell
the footsteps I have left
or pain you think you know ...
... but don’t
have no place in my world

words fall hard
like concrete blocks
shattering from stories above
I am not fluent in your language
and I no longer wish to learn
I no longer want passage
to this world you live in
where facts are not entertained
where nylon covers your face

simplicity
is really what I need
I did not ask you
to be my pillar