the Door to Me
I don’t want to be closed off, I’ll take these energetic clothes off
What if you saw me not ordinary, not quiet?
A performer, a filmmaker, a poet
When will the fear fall to the ground?
When will I have the courage, to stand my ground?
To feel real, to find the moment, the time is now
Swept away by worry, I’m not sorry
For the knife I drive in such boring plans
For the knife I pull from my heart
the door to me must open now
its time to feel, its time to be seen
Judgement will be there, and all his friends
But I find strength here on the mend
This here is no dead end
This here is the beginning
And I’ll be swimming in the love I have for this world
For the love I have for this world