Terra incognita
An atom within a speck, a point within a dot
To reflect light like mirrors when shards are all we got
A firefly in a sea of bright lights, flashing and blinking in the air
Where does a circle fit when everything else is rectangular or square?
As soon as we’re handed a map, our expeditions commence
But, the farther we go, the path becomes darker and more intense
Other explorers tell us that there must be something wrong with our guide
When, in reality, our map was never flawed: we’re just in for a different ride
An indecipherable maze, littered with runes and codes
While we wander in the labyrinth, struggling to find the crossroads
Like ancient hieroglyphics that have been lost to the sands of time,
The route appears senseless, with no reason or rhyme
Our whole lives, we’ve been taught to trek the same trail, to stay in the tracks
However, in doing so, we end up falling, as we get caught in the cracks
Maps are designed differently, that’s just how things are
By flipping the page, we end up in a haven that is not all that far
When we find solace in who we are and where we fit,
We don our labels proudly and enjoy every bit
Yet, we’re told that we’re trying to compensate, or that we’re not queer enough
Once again, basing everything on who’s had it more rough
“Everyone has a match, every lock has a key”
“It’s only a matter of time ‘till you find your meant-to-be”
But not everything comes in pairs, it’s not a matter of who or when
A lock without a key is not defective nor broken
A nose that can’t smell, a stomach that can’t feel hunger
How we feel about others is the same when we see paintings or a flower
Every metaphor and analogy that can be used to explain
is still not enough to make them understand our joys and pain
Attraction and action get mixed, so does romance and sex
The two are equated, despite being separate and complex
There is no right or wrong way to feel, at the end of the day
Being asexual is far from black and white, grey is the way
We are not confused nor living in ignorant bliss
You can also cross off “virgins” and “puritans” from that long list
We are not celibate, there’s no urge we’re trying to repress
We can still have the desire to do it, nevertheless
Known as the “death card” for its strength and power,
We indulge in our slices of cake and garlic bread in our diamond tower
Like majestic, fire-breathing dragons, found in great legends and myth
You won’t find your missing piece, because you were never broken to begin with
Sometimes, you have to feel lost before being found
You keep walking ahead, when the road is actually round
As we conjure better guides and finer maps to put on display,
The journey continues, as we help the rest find their way
