Still Open

Is this taking shape the way I want, the way it has to? I can feel a change under us when I try to Move outside the way you glide, the way I used to Is it all in frame when ingrained? I can glide too! Running from another one Will I slide through? I don't seek the shade lost in fade from the shine on you It's a slight from shade, a shaped mirage I can glide through Taking place of our shape, is a ripe fruit I'm still open I'm still here I'm done losing touch, folding love and trying to glide through Racing from hoping touch will "come and find you" To start holding ones, keeping frame and never shy through The realest change, the calm refrains - I will shine through I'm still open I'm still here