At doing the wrong thing
Choosing the wrong path
That I wonder now
If I'm ever going to
Truly fit
Truly adhere
To the right
I think about you
Sometimes when I'm
Feeling morose
And I wonder
How you sleep
At night
Wrapped up tight
In your solitude
Like a blanket
I'm getting tired
Of always looking at
What I've lost
So damn sick of
The pity party
I've wallowed in
That I believe
It's time now
To look only at what
I have gained
And what I am going to
Achieve
Now that I've
Cast off your blanket
And walked
Naked
Into the light...
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