Roots Push Through Pavement

it's everything I cannot be
it's everything you cannot see
but I want you to believe in me
it's dormant there, abundantly

waiting to surface
to punch through the ground
this welling up which shall disperse
and when it breaks will make the sound

of air expelled
of reason caught
between afternoons spent lost in thought
and moments in which I had no choice
but to sound stupid

I've lost my voice.

I'll get it back, and when I do
the silences will all break through

to thought expelled
to reason found
from wasted time to blushing sounds

here's all in sight we could not see
like everything we can never be
don't bother to believe in me
these fallacies, abundant, free.