befuddled muddy and half broken
say round about age
maybe 30.
trying to find me or ,
better said,
pulling free
from what i was supposed to be ,
and fading out who i thought i should be .
wanting to just be me.
Hindsight I should have been looking for difficulties.
of which were way more than plenty.
suddenly
a profound
epiphany
in
serendipity ,
out loud
issued a solemn sobering
soliloquy
Dad was right.
this is some ******* right here.
i need to change my ways or start sellin fertilizer!