It means more out here (a poem)

Firefly and a random itch…

We play parts
but learning lines
isn’t my strong suit
so the play is always running
off the rails

I can’t argue
what’s been decided
without some time for thought
and enough paper
to write out a line of reasoning

Scrape the layers
off the top
there might be something
good underneath
once the blood has washed away

But there’s no statue
to be revealed
My strength
is not so steely
to stand for all time

What shows
through the cracks
and the second thoughts
is closer to the truth
of the real me

(5 July 2016)