I tripped the other day

Lost myself on the way.

 

Wasn’t sure if it was my face

Or my lace

 

But something fell on the floor

I’m not myself anymore

 

I tripped forward if you were wondering

The skies were thundering

 

My sneakers soaked through with water

But my hood endured most of the slaughter

 

I walked back down that street this afternoon

Picked up a piece of myself in full bloom

 

Maybe if I keep this path

Not think of the aftermath

I’ll find the part of me

That you didn’t see