I’ve spent so much
trying to sell shit
that wasn’t for sale.

Waited for ages
for someone to say
to my voice
with their dollars,
all the while
falling more and more
in the Capital’s shade.

I put price tags

on my heart,

asked you to buy it from me,

give me value.

Charge what you’re worth!

As if money is the sole measure of the soul.

In the end
I’ll give my story freely
for the chance
to meet you
under the stars
as the spring breezes blow.