I feel like I am living in a glass box
Not really connecting with people nor wanting too
and everybody sees me, knows me or should I say
known’s of me but nobody really knows the real Michael Collier.
So I sit crossed leg like I am meditating and waiting…
Waiting for a boy with a hammer to break through
To save me, love me and protect me and my heart
for what I have would be all for him.
My intuition about people is quick and efficient.
It’s like pulling the trigger on a gun, quick to size up and
judge strangers to see if they are the one.
I always ask myself when looking at somebody
“would he make a great husband” while others
are more concerned about cosmetic things like
promiscuous creates gay men could be.
So I wait,
I am waiting for a gentleman to recognize my
Humanity, my believes, my soul.
Only really felt it once or twice in my life
But I am a patience man.
