Temporarily Without

It's a scary thing watching everything slip from your hands Every friend or pet Every thought you regress Turned to passive threats All that used to be a life-line Pieces to my soul I knew were mine Now can't pass the time I guess I have to be okay with being temporarily without it All the things that I once enjoyed Now I have no choice Boy of passion and a dream that you could be more than they see Beloved boy in ink or strings wrapped for somebody Oh he's a writer An author An actor among the ranks His photos smile for him He receives no thanks His fingers dipped in the paint His body snatched at the waist His hair envelops the place Where his identity stays All that used to be a life-line Pieces to my soul I knew were mine Now can't pass the time I guess I have to be okay with being temporarily without it All the things that I once enjoyed now I have no choice Boy of passion and a dream that you could be more than they see Beloved boy in ink or strings wrapped for somebody I don't need to be everything that my mind finds fascinating Or worthy of being As grand as a mountain Or as strong as an ocean Or as mesmerizing as the fire that surrounds me I guess I have to be okay with being temporarily without it All the things that I once enjoyed now I have no choice Boy of passion and a dream that you could be more than they see Beloved boy in ink or strings wrapped for somebody A system fed personality that has to be content with being nobody