All I’ve forgotten
All I’ve retained
All the continuities
All that’s changes
I’m not my father’s failures
Not my mother’s broken promises
I still don’t know who I am
I’m not the container
I’m contained
I haven’t lived an honest life
I don’t lead an honest life
God, what is an honest life
You are the blade
Detached from the handle
You are the blade
And I’m your handle
You are the blade
Detached
Raw, real, able to feel
I’m none of those things
So I rob and I steal
From those who speak