Our First Step

Well presented through our words

We can’t walk With no first step taken But our fall Highly expected Won’t be forgotten

We can’t talk without being Or write with no brains tasted Here we are, well presented through our words Well analyzed by whomever Able to see

Known Vulnerable to our thoughts Scars and wounds out Wide open to whomever Willing to hurt

Our fall can now be planned Ourself failing May be played into and out As if being is just a front part of decaying And creating is an unforeseen sin

Not willing to be tested We stay in our brain We miss being Playing, falling, or connecting Our decay is thus ourselves living