Pleases

if only I knew. If only I didn’t. If only I grew. I do, I’m never finished. if only I knew. If only I didn’t. If only I grew. I do, I’m never finished. I’m never finished, I mean: how could I? Spent me a minute, stakes in growth, Get my rib eye. Give you my rib. Grow us a person. that ain’t how we live. We don’t create, we make something new based on what is. I can’t rely on my faith to take me away from this. This is all that I need. All that I want. All that I hate. All making me seethe. Just breathe. Won’t breed, I need a minute alone to share it with thee. If only I didn’t and we could just speak. We could enjoy what’s above and beneath. (‘If only’ — (speaks)) if only I knew. If only I didn’t. If only I grew. I do, I’m never finished. if only I knew. If only I didn’t. If only I grew. I do, I’m never finished. ‘If only’ ain’t here. ‘If only,’ makes you unhappy, become weird. Not the kind like a wizard with a staff and a beard. More like a dad with his anger and beer. Quelling fears by saying he sees nothing here. Ain’t that a bitch. It is so typical, Proverbial switch. Give yourself space, Find but an inch. Don’t go to if. Expel that thought, Else you will quit, Think what you are, not what you ought. Think what you made, not what you bought. Don’t think of the trade, discontent marks. Bitter gon stifle your sparks. Making you sterile, make your own marks. Don’t let the ifs inside of your heart. If’s aint what is. If’s aint what is. There’s no alternative shit. Nothing is permanent, sands will shift. Our hands are gold, we bond, call it a mix. if only I knew. If only I didn’t. If only I grew. I do, I’m never finished. if only I knew. If only I didn’t. If only I grew. I do, I’m never finished. Am I stifled by ignorance? Stuck inside limerence? This is my prison sentence. Prisoner’s paragraph, Prisoner’s essay. Aint easy to know what made me this way. I did it myself, I shouldn’t try to escape. The walls and sky are just what I made. Make it to something better. Contextualize form, create a new measure. Don’t mean to get meta, I wanna be clever. What if I am? Would I get cheddar? I sound like a rat Chasing the cheese. it’s all a trap with proverbial means. Proverbial love, Proverbial steez. I take what I want, Not what I need. What do I need? What do I need? I need more than accepting defeat. More than the shoes on my feet is the ground that’s beneath. 10 toes down, Thats what grounded means. At least to me. So I plead I plead Please let me know. Pleased if I didn’t. Pleased if I grew. I did, I’m never finished Please let me know. Pleased if I didn’t. Pleased if I grew. I did, I’m never finished/