On hot days, I think about water
In the company of Chaos, I think about peace
In the crowd of disbelief, I think about lonely faith.
When I wanted friends, there was not a friend
who wanted to be a friend to me.
I was told, “Be by yourself.” And the more I wanted to be with other people
I was denied this human need.
I didn’t understand the crowd, and the crowd
to understand me.
I was told to get away. “Make your fire.”
So, I found the lonely, the desperate, and the needy
but I didn’t want to kindle my flame with them
and the fire began to grow inside me
coming out of my eyes, unknowingly
I see beautiful women, but they don’t see me
I am like a box of matches
waiting to be struck
choosing, which fires to light
Just knowing that I carry this potential in my pocket
If my routines are ruined
I get away
because I don’t need to be with them
All their noise
can be enjoyed
from a distance.
Their power comes from being accepted
My power comes from being rejected.