What have I just seen.
I'm the shark from my pond
but nothing more than
a shrimp out at sea.
This brain I got is blind.
My vision is fried and my head
is warm and buzzing.
My heart's exploded
and taken over.
What have I just seen.
This is the world beyond the reef?
All the other fish swim with finesse
meanwhile I'm a fish out of water
from all this oil I'm sweating.
This must have been what it felt like
sparking them rocks and watching
fire dance for the first time.
Whatever big shot I thought I was
left like ya so called pahtnas
when them police sirens start comin'.
If Eve drunk an apple martini from here
she would have realized the garden has been
more of a prison than a paradise.
That the world outside is
spiced with strife, but sauced with
an over abundance of life.
What have I just seen?
Truly, what have I just seen?
The way he swims it looks like the sea
orbits around him.
He's shattered my world
and shook my soul back to a seed.
In that moment, I realized theirs bigger fish in the sea and I'm merely a shrimp squirming in mediocrity. But I don't feel dead inside
but alive for the first time.
Let me explain.
See, I thought I'd would have thrown away
all my dreams of storytelling and cry
in front of a raining window
listening to R&B.
But you see, his aura swept me off my feet
lifting me up to see all I could be.
A God in his craft
who knows who he is
and found his other half.
The other half of his soul
in something he loves
before realizing it in
a dirt hole.
This man lives out his purpose with all his being.
His aura's stripped naked streaking
through life freely.
His soul illuminates a starry road with a bus
to the cosmos that I've climbed aboard.
He tells me,
"This kind of freedom scares imprisoned minds."
He's found the key
that free's one's mind
from the shackles of this
closed minded society.
Now I search for my own key
in this cosmic sea.
It whispers to me every time my heartbeats.
It's voice is a crackling fire on Christmas Eve.
In this cosmic sea the other half of my soul
is in one of these clams at the bottom
waiting for my for hands.
So I dive deep,
no matter how long
or meek it seems
in the ocean of my being.
What have I just seen?
The vision of me,
no longer a shrimp in the sea.
- QtheGreo
