I don’t need a wider lens, I need my hands in it. Need the weight, need the drag, Need a price when I stand in it. They claim freedom from adistance, Clean sights, untouched view. But truth lives eye-to-eye, Where the ground is mine. I can’t see everything. But I see what’s true. What holds when the noise burns away. Who still looks back from the mirror's view. You say I’m tainted. I say I am mine. Every scar's an altar, Every loss draws a line. I don’t justify angles, I'm grown from bone. Bled too much to stand here To need permission to be known. You have a map. I learn from pain. You kept the distance. I need the strain. We’re not the same, But we’re not at war. You can trace the pattern forming, I live where boots hit the floor. I don’t need clean, I need true. I don’t want safe, I bleed through. You can see far, I feel deep. You keep watch, I can’t sleep. When the stakes rise, I don’t float. I won’t fold, I don’t hope. I get exact. I get loud. I stand here. I don’t bow. I DON’T NEED CLEAN I NEED TRUE I DON’T WANT SAFE I NEED THROUGH YOU CAN SEE FAR I FEEL DEEP YOU KEEP WATCH I CAN’T SLEEP I STAND HERE IN MY SKIN NO APOLOGY NO WIN Mortality keeps time in check, Wears the lies down quick. Every choice leaves fingerprints, We’re all born to end sick. You can see further. I can feel deeper. Neither makes the other weaker, Just different ways to stay, Complementary. So won’t save me. You can’t fix me. You won’t spare me from my sin. Stay where you stand. I’ll stand where I am. And we’ll both keep seeing, And keep being, Differently. Complementary.
