sonder interlude

speak to the young,

and their tongues speak back to you

I’m just a boy, not a god.

I wish I could be a god to move my problems away

less insecurities and more soul,

less fear of the stage and more fun

feel the honor you’re not confident

in receiving

are you pushing past your eyelids,

or have you fallen in sloth?

have you worn the coat,

or does the gift instill fear for yourself?