My Miscellany Measure. lyrics by #drpatty2e

(Verse 1) I drift through rooms like whispers, a silhouette ignored, Among the hollow chatter of mundane. It’s not the ache of solitude that counts my soul outscored, But the invisible inanities left vain. (Pre-Chorus) Still I am not erasing, I’m alive, My voice, enduring, set in steady stride, In their sightlessness I can survive. (Chorus) I am not too much—nor am I less, I am the balance of my own excess. I won’t respond to narrow glares I am not defined by vacant stares. My too-much is my grace, my edge, my rough— It is my exact measure of enough. (Verse 2) When currency of silence salaries a shallow prim. A departure from known boundary finds me raw, So I sever ties with spaces that hunger for my dim, Forging ahead, my own justice as my law. (Pre-Chorus) Convincing them was never the goal, Their judgment grazes, though it doesn’t hold, I am not their tale to be retold. (Chorus) I am not too much—nor am I less, I am the balance of my own excess. I won’t respond to narrow glares I am not defined by vacant stares. My too-much is my grace, my edge, my rough— It is my exact measure of enough. (Bridge) Invisible, they call, while I eclipse their gaze, And I walk unshackled, choosing my gait In a world of shadows, I retrieve pathways. Knowing not all are equipped to hold my weight. (Chorus) I am not too much—nor am I less, I am the harmony of my own excess. I am not defined by vacant stares. Their sightlessness won’t strip what’s rare. My too-much is my beauty, my bluff— It is my exact measure of enough. (Outro) No frame can capture my full design, I’m miscellany past common confines. Set on me calls of too soft or too tough, I’ll be my exact measure of enough.