Lie to Me

Just once, I want to poke my negative stress in the chest,
 Swing a haymaker left and not rest 'til I beat it to death
 Breathe in the best breath ever once I clean up the mess
 Yet whenever I step, it retreats deeper into its nest
 Just once, I wish to bridge the gap between me and that dude
 The man I could've been after I realized that I had to
 The type of cat to have past loves asking, "Is that you?"
 But that's cool, you still don't recognize when I pass, boo
 I wish that I could hold feelings, 'cuz feelings hold me
 Together, yet broken, closely at arm's length from me
 I sometimes wonder if these epiphanies will kill me
 Creeping out of the deep, dark, corners of the real me
 Lost moments of speech, snatched away by the wind
 I guess it's time to look inside and find a line again
 I revive my grin as I begin to spend the 5 or 10 minutes it takes to dive within and realign my Zen
 Ask a poet where a song comes from, he'll tell you the soul
 But the detail they fail to unveil is that the tale has been told
 It's the air when it's cold, it's the parents that carried you home
 It's what's scary in those areas where you won't dare me to go
 In my hand I hold the soul of a poet
 Hoping to throw it over the moat of Moet, and boats full of heads with no necks
 Who protest against my inappropriate openness
 Standing at the edge of this precipice, staring at nothingness, just
 Abyss