The Bull Made Out Of Nothing

Sometimes I wonder if I can have it all

Clothes or the wisdom, or someone that knows me-

Once or twice

I have experienced that in my life

How do you tell

The Bull in A China Shop

That the bull is made out of china too

That the world is made out of glass

Broken a thousand times

While we each try to put it back together,

With our own pieces and our own glue

The bull has nothing

And is afraid of everything

Questioning

How to change the path forward

From a past underwater

The world is made out of everything

That is just something

That can be made from nothing

And while it may feel like I don’t understand a single thing

I know that what I have just done

Builds anew

From a bull in a china shop just coping.