The Question

I am primary, I am one
Born and since obsessed
Unsure what I'll become

A bubble rising from a mist
The past that's time collapsed
Above is clutter rarified
For futures unshaped yet

Still, some fear to summon now
This instance: pinprick present
To ask the question begged of words,
- What do I Deserve -

I am ordinary, half undone
Half with courage, but ready to run
Hands to ears, eyes do shut,
Voices tear my silent mouth
My transparent skin ripples...

You hold me still and follow through
Your song is loud and clear
How can someone just like you,
- Care to Love me too -