selfmade
Politely ask me to leave and blow on the winds to guide my responses to your tongue so that you can suck up, drink up, swallow my yearnings as I carefully navigate this jagged world of mirrors and expectations. Politely find a way through this game of life but in the end we have to be rough, rude, and reckless to come out on top.
Steady hand take a look and what it can do. My mind is steady and the thoughts are ready to jump into this pool of chaos; drink water as it cools the lungs and the air grows steady with the sounds of the birds and the bees caress the winds of hair. This doesn't make any sense but I say it with a steady thought, steady hand, and a steady gaze.