It's quite a feeling to know yourself
I know so much that I wished I didn't
It hurts to carry the constant load
Yesterdays' garbage has yet to be disposed of
A conversation with a friend
An old poem that I had written
Brings me back to another time
I had thought I left behind
Yes I'm hard on myself
Beaten my self up over things I've done
Beating myself up for things I haven't done yet
I've got to wipe my slate clean
The knowledge to know what you're capable of doing
To understand how far I've fallen
The fears of failure have come to fruition
I have no friends, only my family
As I approach my final days as a working man
Many chuckle at the thought that I ever worked
I was blessed with a stress-free career path
Three short months until I call it quits
I hold onto my troubled past
My mistakes and misunderstandings
People I loved are no longer a part of my life
I have memories that haunt and accentuate my losses
Tomorrow doesn't bring hope but an opportunity
To run away and be myself
No responsibilities or worries about another persons' life
Don't much care about my own but will act As If
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