when dreams become toxic
when thoughts become tyrants
when pointing the finger
points back on me
and I remember tripping, figuratively and literally
at the crossroads
didn't sell my soul, then again
didn't set it free
at times I would like to point and shout
but I would be pointing at all of us
look at me, 10 fingers 10 toes
this is gonna be way above my biology
and pay grade
the land is always conjuring connections
I look to the 4 directions
sky above, earth below
I feel planted in the center of all this
and I can live and let live
just don't tread on me