I've been insulted and I've been praised.
once my words are tamed
twice I make of my speech a waste
i am lakes with ripples
parts of me(s) are deep
fragmented of egos i kept on wa(i)ving and sinking
into the stupidity of my reactions
facing the ones we harm demands practice and requires pain
acknowledging their name
beyond the threat of them shouting the blame
for shaming the stupidity of their reactions
well-being of speech we tend to overeat
caught up in the heat of our dishonesty that was procrastinated
thoughts we thought we eliminated
not even us can swallow the stupidity of our reactions
with anxiety and control, still working on relaxing our soul
while running around the self-control magnetic pole
although it's taking its toll,
we still breathe in the stupidity of our reactions
stillness when you want to catch me, i'll play hide and seek
when you stay still I'll sit.
Lakes are never deep enough for others to feel the mud and the weep
of our own minds
but lakes, even when they lack depth, never fail to reverberate the skies.