Learning to Shed my Skin

This moment, this captured fraction of time
This feeling, the shallowness inside
This sentence, that you spit from between your lips
This life of mine, which has amounted to this

This is the end of the me, what I leave behind
This is my chance to bury the
Silence, the ignorance, the restlessness,
The old dreams, The stale passions,
What makes me: me

This is what I was
And ending this will set me free


I ain't looking for teacher or documents to my life
Not for certificates, no suit and ties
I more looking for the opportunity to learn
Not packed in a classroom
but something I can do first hand

This is the moment I go broke
I learn the definition of hunger
I learn the desperation of life
What it truly means to be a hunter
To learn what it means to work for everything I get
The skin I am wearing now won’t be mine for much longer

I don’t know how much distance I want to run
To Haedong or Hong Kong
To Tasmania or Africa

I just don’t want to make a commitment for life
Just ten years or maybe two

I want to do as I please
I just want to ignore me
And give up on what I am


Don’t stop beating me down
Until I get up again