I am only one
I am only me
I can be only me
If you can see, see me
A billion pieces of sand
I Sometimes I feel like glass
A bubble floating away
waiting for the pressure to pass
When you look, don’t look away
see inside there’s nothing there
At least not on the surface
If you scratch you’ll catch
a glimpse of something good
So like love, just not sad or expressed
It’s not a test, or an examination
or a station of the cross
You can’t be afraid
to express your loss
at whatever cost
How much have you lost
What’s in a dream
that’s better than now
Here and now wins hands down
There is no competition
The American dream
is dying of old age
It needs a new engine that runs
on love and care for each other
Image adapted from a photo by Shubham Dhage at unsplash.com