Spice
Am I the one-eyed man in the land of the blind,
Or just a little boy lost, out of sight, out of mind?
If I put my pants on one leg at a time,
Would I be human to you, or just a number without a dime?
I refuse to be defined by where I reside,
I’ve made amends for my crime and set my pride aside.
Whatever the cost of my wrongs, I’ve paid that price,
But what is life with all sugar and no spice?
