Find your melody

What's real?

Would my urgent expression bewilder,

Or am I tied to the show?

Is it as if my involvement has it's place?

Do you expect what comes next?

The next move is apparent and real seems relative.

Apparent relativity is yours.

I see not the morrow or it's apparent trouble.

I see a heart expand beyond it's double.

Beyond expectation is your worth,

Don't wait for the show's involvement.

That weight is lifted by your expression.

Bewilder, exalt, fear not the torment.

The free bird initiates the marrow,

It can eliminate the sorrow,

No apparent real to borrow,

The show is real, and it will be mine!

Tomorrow.