I have watched my life become what it is today,
so many opportunities, chances I might say,
helped me to define who I am
in a natural sort of epic slam.
We are forever drawn by shadows of opportunity
the sort will stand nearby, play with sanity,
while others simply do proceed,
we need fruition to succeed.
I wonder about the people that already know
we see their quiet exterior where we go
wish to be their silent muse
gather evidence enough to amuse.
If I go back I am afraid of what it is I have said,
more than thirty years ago when wasted
I would suggest some liberty
might today soften scrutiny.
I suppose it is my own natural heart believes
the tall tales of unbridled fiction it weaves
remain steadfast and indeed proud
no self-pity will be allowed.
I do give pause to the life I have somehow led
leaves me here inside a wound readily bled
I wish for only peace of mind,
I wonder though if I might rewind.
The turbulent nature of fitting in, finding solace
broken by the battering of a solution driven chase