On the bench…

I’m trying to put something together but there are no words that are ready to be said,

But due to the need to get something heard, I’ll try speak from the soul and not just my head.

I feel like I’m trying too hard to change my set path to avoid possible wrath, but no matter how hard I try, I’m still moving with the current.

I try to believe they someday I’ll be somewhere, I’m just worried that this somewhere is actually nowhere.

I did quite with the theatrics of the heart. I swore that I’d only use facts and figures. That there’s a place we call mother earth that has no room for the weak. That there’s a principle in living that has no room for flaws.

But look at me, a lesser human than what I thought I was.

I tried to fix it, all of it. I knew I couldn’t start from scratch so I decided to make what’s left last.

It’s a shame that it took this long to understand, way too long to come to terms, that I should be done with the ways of a child and learn to think like a man, how to better the bad

And forget what can’t be undone.