Still Don't Know

What do you have left to say when everything has been taken away?
Start over today. I don't care what I lost for investment
Into righteous hope, for some future that never got introduced because the truth changes
So without explaining, lost investment is the cost of remaining blessed in the spot of lessons

I can drop bars hot no question, but everything I got came from struggling through, bold moves and usually fighting to hold on, too.
But anything you hold just turns to fade, every time you discern the color play it earns a little bit more gray
So don't look too close at anything you love or else hooks in prose and stings from above, tingling abuzz to clear,
Will be your souvenir that remains… and that's just the rub

After a good mental scrub and autopsy of your whole last season to clear,
Finding the reasons for the whole year,
Evaluating your meetings, needings, seething, pleasing, and everything that seemed almost unseen
Now relating without the same desire, taking it in like an outsider

Seeing the unseemly outriders, what's real past the steamy pouty mouth and dreamy eyes, the way some cream while they sigh
The scent burst from the whole heat change inside
Strange how the game and the dance makes us hide
Why do we say the loveliest things to those we lust for and save the dirty speech for those we love and truly reach?

Is it just because of barriers to breach before we can each breathe…
It's what women and men were made for but why can't it just be?