Calling a name I don’t know
To do some things I’ve never seen
Going to go places I’ve never been
Just to see your face
Be present in your space
That piece of serenity
Calling this peace into existence
Not even sure what I am missing
Persevering through every obstacle
The world is simple and cruel
Masked by this innocence
That piece of persistence
Calling and screaming to be heard
Fantasy controlling reality
Nothing decent within me
Aggressively deceitfully being me
Subtly orchestrating inevitably
That piece of hypocrisy
Calling for assistance
Realizing I cannot handle this
Monumentally too much for me
Devastated no one responded to me
The realization of independence
That piece of creative license