SON

Back from the diaspora

Refreshed in my dynamic

I was caught up in the past

(Caused a constant state of panic)

But now I'm lost in you

No more dangling or rampant

I've become my inner self

Wear it outside like a habit

All the wayward ways of knowing

I have learned from in the trap

Smashed and broken tired halo

Now I wear it like a hat

Phosphorescence glistens golden

Now that I've taken spirit back

I'm the answer to the problems

That before'd make me snap

Learned the lessons gone before them

Wear them right here on my sleeve

Felt the weight that once was spoken

Til it had me on my knees

Collapsed - my plowshare broken

So I bent it to a sword

That incises, cuts and bludgeons

(All with nothing more than words)

But it built me up to something

Wear that habit like a nun

Let those days of yore come forward

To this now awakened Son