At the beginning, I only owned amphibian skins & shed what remained
My bones outgrowing the old, I grew confused of my claims
I crossed land and sea, aboard the Jolly Roger
I pinned grit on my sleeve forgoing the words of my father
Under the weight of a thousand voices -
You too would at first succumb to your own poisons
When I heard their timelines, always rushing to the next
I took cautious steps backwards, leaving them quite perplexed
I put away my summer clothes, traded in for my coat
Swapped times for comfort in order to keep myself afloat
The aliens appeared, watching the idiosyncratic
So I shape shifted, changed roles to appear diplomatic
But with each dress rehearsal, I became less of a part
My head constantly charged for battle with matters of the heart
I listened to the latter, if for once in my life -
I dipped the feather into ink to reconcile my strife
Once cursive met paper, it was quite easy to see
Those summer clothes thought I had abandoned them, so they abandoned me
I called to the heat begging for it's forgiveness
I dust off my boots so all can bear witness
A thousand skins can't replace the original nor they never should
If the aliens outcast your strange, you'll exist merely misunderstood
But should the cold ever seep too far in your bones,
If you ever grow weary of battling the unknown
The door stands open, light seen from our lane -
No matter how many years you grow, you can grab the last train
In spite of the Great Migration,
Your roots are planted in the grounds of your creation