Childish Cadence

Childish Cadence

You think I owe you
That you own my debt
But mine is to a greater calling

You did, indeed, once listen
With a heart
That might just match
The consistently inconsistent
Tones of my voice

My voice, you see
Not only hear, but see
As it mezmorizes
With colors and cadence

But you went blind
The moment you told me
My heart was that of a child's

Grow up!
You said

I need a man!
You said

You're still such a boy!
You accused

You stabbed into the colors
Broke the cadence

And made for yourself
A man

You duel with the broken

Incomplete

But never lost