Let me say to you all,
With specks of humanity fallen by
Hard winds and sudden changes,
That though my life has seemed a slow
And careful process of cowardice
I have learned much, and seen many.
I, like many, am misguided but
Well-intended. We are those that feel,
Do not ask if it is right, just invite all of
The properties that compliment
The scene. Sometimes I'm tired of this
Strange melody, but then I remember,
It's better to almost break than to creak
Away a slow death night after night.
No, I'm almost there. Almost a man I
Could endure to be. Nearly singular.
Quite close to bone-deep integrity befit
To express a self worth knowing, or
At least showing the true face
That you will come to hate or embrace.
Well, it's all a journey, anyhow.
You want my deep? It's yours. I'll throw
That mess away to finally be free.
Why is it so hard to fit in?
Feeling like a strange step in a
Good stride. Outsiders. We all have
Got a story. Hindsight bears a tough rap,
Following future action meticulously.
What is memory, but an ever changing
Persuasion to adhere a given motion.
I haven't had it tough.
I've been through things,
But I don't know shit, in the end.
So much to learn,
And I numb my head to avoid the breaks.
Probably I should get things straight,
And salvage this desire to bring about
The possible good to come.
The possible good I am.
We're all good, so long as we try.