Self-less

Often I’m self righteous

And that is on me—

Wishfully thinking I could 

Sprout wings and fly,

Forgetting that I walk

Amongst men and women,

Not birds and butterflies.

I hail from a land of green, 

The pearl they call it,

But lately it feels more like oyster,

Gritty, closing.

Maybe I’m color-blind

Because in this rainbow, 

A storm is brewing.

Didn't they warn you?

This fire won't warm you.

Full of spite,

I’m often wrong to 

Judge and hold a grudge.

They push, I budge,

They chase freedom, 

But I’m in chains.

Mark my words, 

Those dreams will scare you,

You set limits just to trespass, 

Open doors just to get locked in.

How do I progress 

When I can't process, 

Can't even compute

Who I am

Without the self

I keep trying to lose.