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