How Do I know?

How Do I know?

You make sense to me in a way that no one ever has

Flying in the face of a normal measure of time and interaction

To validate certainties that sometimes guttural feelings can

Supersede tempered doubt

For nothing logically discovered in our initial inquiries

Has prompted me pause to divert from this conclusion

Where most everything has tipped my toe just that tad bit

Heavier on the pedal to rev the throttle that ecstatic bit faster

Like an adrenaline pump it up push right into the skin

Bumping higher in all the moments when it comes down to

The everyday choice for which direction to step

Forward or back

This path is clear enough on the horizon to see far enough in this haze

That I do not know the ending point but I do know the days

Walking here are not wasted, that the purpose of now

Is a purpose in how life can achieve a surprise like a lottery’s fall

When all of these other distractions drift sometimes the doctor finally calls

And the waiting room is filled with the soon-forgotten faces

And you can enter that room where aid comes in some form rearranged

That you never expected but somewhere the threaded

Needle of stitching fabrics of living, as a man who can stand

In full and face these winds without hesitation, jacket battered

Clothing tattered and yet full on, come on this is what must be done

A man who will not end until the war has been won

To retain confidence in self and entrusted health to be this way

No matter if I never meet that voice that can unchain the locks

That I see on the future days in slavery to the choices I made

And dare say made for me by the lies of others I can not undo

You make sense to me in a way that no one ever has

Flying in the face of a normal measure of time and interaction

To validate such certainties sometimes guttural feelings can

Supersede that of tempered doubt and in time be apparent to all