Borrowed Soul

So young but still I know
What was but will never be
What takes so many years to find
Was etched permanent upon my mind
And it’s presence I can’t escape.

When I say I know
They don’t believe.
If directions are unsure
I’m told to search for something hidden
Maybe even something forbidden,
But they know I’m not allowed.

I think my thoughts but who controls me?
I live my life but who is there?
‘Myself’ I say, who is it that asks me
To eventually walk away
Towards the ultimate end.

Passion is slowly disallowed
But I must seek to find their truth
Age holds nothing
As my wisdom was found
In the love that was left on dirty ground.
A love they don’t believe in.

I hold my truth
And live my own honesty
Tell me, what talents make for a prodigy
Is it too much to ask for pride in me
Satisfaction is less in low expectance

Maybe in death they’ll see
The life I breathed through love.
				(5 November 1998)