Your blue fervor of an existence

didn’t just come into existence on its own.

I mean is it really any wonder you’ve been so good at being you

for so long?

And in such a short span of time—My God!

What, you still can’t see?

You’ve been in the making for centuries. 

You think those people you call your “ancestors” didn’t know they were angels making their way through—

tactful and discreet?

You’ve been in the making for centuries.

Don’t you ever wonder why you feel so

in the mix, and in the elements—

beyond the tangible, and the knowable, cmon! Please.

You’ve been in the making for centuries. 

So when you’re fully bloomed enough

To recognize your truth

That you expand far beyond this

Big Bang of a Boom

And farther still beyond even

The lightning rod of Zeus

Then you’ll c what I see

Absorb what’s been sewn

Start being more uncouth

Start feeling your flow

‘Cause within this world of make believe

You define your a b seas

So long as you remember

You’ve been in the making for centuries.