I like conversations that are…

uncomfortable. Long rides in the car

Speaking about the past

We learn… and heal fast.

People ask… how are you

The question, shallow and untrue

Trust you are well… so they can ask

The favour they want… it was a mask.

Ask me questions, let me ask you

My soul hungers for that little clue

That tells me there’s something deeper

That this friendship… is a keeper.

I’m tired… so tired of the mediocre

Tired of the face of poker

I want to see emotion, an open mind

I want to see all the depth I can find

I wanna know what made you… you

What makes you cry… what makes you blue

I don’t care if we don’t know each other

Strangers can get to know one another.

And when I am done asking you

Finding out about you that’s true

Try to see what makes me… me

Ask me… just ask me… and you will see.

We all have depth inside of us

But afraid… because who can we trust?

How can we wear our heart on a sleeve,

When God couldn’t even trust Adam and Eve?

Must we all be okay… with shallow

Irrelevant, boring and mellow?

See, I don’t wanna know HOW you are…

I wanna know WHY you are… and about that scar.

I wanna read your poem, your book,

About how you stood… after you shook.

How the enemy tried to kill you…

And how God victoriously came through.

Can we begin to have the uncomfortable talks

Can we go on those meaningful walks

Cause I am tired of seeing what is above

When I know there is so much more to love.