Soul Loomed

I don't know about you, where your hand meets the eye.
Do extend to your beliefs, as I open my mouth to say whatever you think.
I was safe, I was there at my best.

Does your medicine work?

"But you're not an impostor."

I walked the streets with my language and my native blossoms seven inches above.
Your haze, a light that maybe vanishes (or would chose to stay)