a routine that is getting old
when will my shell break from this mold
perhaps ill wear something bright and bold
perhaps my actions will come back to haunt
proving that i was the one who was wrong
maybe i should turn back…
maybe i should sing a song
sitting here, oh so clear,
the message and the path are near—
the work still to be done, will it take very long?
i walk on as i sing my song
the one you taught me in a dream
where we broke apart from the seams
from who we were- into the people
we were meant to be, you and me,
now it's just me, fending for myself
we grow without guidance,
no one knows the right or wrong way
and it scares me that ive lingered around
home and comfort,
maybe i shouldnt stay
maybe i should just-
get out of my own way
when your life is unclear write a poem and shed a tear
