I ain't ever gonna be the man
I was supposed to be.
Oh no, that shining soul,
was washed out to sea.
But maybe, just maybe,
I'll become who I am,
Turn in, quite magically,
To the best version of myself.
One day, on a wish,
I'll stop dreading my being,
I'll look into the mirror,
And accept the fact I am seeing.
I will no longer mourn the skin I have shed,
The layers of self,
The visages of what could have,
Should have been.
I am that I am,
My brother and mother are long dead,
My father now, distantly,
I will climb.
This pit will no longer hold,
My essence, no longer keep,
Me imprisoned, I'll decide my limits,
I'll reach my heavens.
And I might even take you,
I might very well build a home,
A place for us, and our living,
I might just become who I am,
Before I turn into dust.
I only have this one chance, to turn around
Before my life crumbles in rust...
I must, I don't know, but I'll struggle,
Until I can handle,
oh or till the day I can trust,
The way you look at me.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
I ain't ever gonna be the man
I was supposed to be.
Oh no, that shining soul,
was washed out to sea.
But maybe, just maybe,
I'll become who I am,
Turn in, quite magically,
To the best version of myself.
One day, on a wish,
I'll stop dreading my being,
I'll look into the mirror,
And accept the fact I am seeing.
I will no longer mourn the skin I have shed,
The layers of self,
The visages of what could have,
Should have been.
I am that I am,
My brother and mother are long dead,
My father now, distantly,
I will climb.
This pit will no longer hold,
My essence, no longer keep,
Me imprisoned, I'll decide my limits,
I'll reach my heavens.
And I might even take you,
I might very well build a home,
A place for us, and our living,
I might just become who I am,
Before I turn into dust.
I only have this one chance, to turn around
Before my life crumbles in rust...
I must, I don't know, but I'll struggle,
Until I can handle,
oh or till the day I can trust,
The way you look at me.
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