The Duality of Almost

From the morning hour to the dusk,
From the hourglass to the luck,
I'm building roads that lead to locked doors
They feel like languages I've forgotten how to speak in lores.

Oh, to be told your heart is a cliché
Just because you chose to show it;
You closed the roads before I even found the keys.
Now we pass like strangers walking through,
Your words of "national dialogue" striking like a lightning bolt.

My friends are fading like radio signals in a storm,
Their voices replaced by sirens in a war dorm.
We used to share a map; now we just share a room.
They say I'm wasting time, standing in a door half-open,
But my mind's gnarled by the weight of being almost.

The potential duality of almost
The peak of the hill, or the edge of the fall.
I'm here, holding a verse the world hasn't asked for yet,
Waiting for a present heart to finally see
That I was never just another
I was only waiting to be known.

 -Neharu (ネハル)