i claim freedom from confinement and that freedom has offered me questions have we thought that appearing whole is worth more than true wholeness my hope is found in what s ahead so i spend time looking at what you ve said i m taking time away from perfect searching my life to find the surface taking time searching my life there is no telling what s inside of me so in seeking and asking i m brought sincerity we re all demanding the world provide an answer each story bares its own open wound let s take time to look down at ours and start to learn in time we ll grow done with arrogance and unfiltered youth raising my nose up high as if i had a clue somehow i started asking questions it led me straight into confession will you hear me calling and when i can t hear the answer will i let you take me as half of a whole finite and figuring out what all this means to me i ask openly in admittance of what i don t know hoping that i will find strength in the unknown i ve never thought of this time as a platform so i will not just speak as if i have one experience like a twisted path leads me to conclusions that others won t have i understand that i don t fully understand this all we see are the broken pieces finding assurance in what s yet to come here s my hand take it and run