I’m numb to my reflection
For I cannot see the face
Of the man that I once knew so long ago
I’ve used up my transgressions
Finding laughter in their place
As I stumble down this path so few will go
A slave to good intention
I’ve so often been disgraced
Both in saying and containing how I feel
But with lyrical invention
All my demons are displaced
Reality’s a lie…my dreams are real
In wording and in phrasing
I can take the bitter truth
And the depth of my emotion finds its voice
I do not mind erasing
So the words will ring out true
For I am the author of my fate of choice
It’s history I’m making
Even if it’s mine alone
And I’ve learned more from myself than I can share
But there is no mistaking
When it comes to what I’ve shown
I’ve already done much more than most will dare
I dare not take for granted
Any laugh or any smile
Or any tear that may befall my weary eyes
Every moment is enchanted
Both the pleasant and the vile
The knowledge of it all leaves no surprise
To some, it may seem silly
Such a waste of time, I know
But to others, it may help to light the way
The message I’m instilling
In each plain or rhythmic flow
Truly helped me find myself along the way
For there, in my reflection
Waits the man I used to know
Aware of everything I need to say
Upon further inspection
I can see that I have grown
Not just older, but now wiser every day
These pains that I have conquered
Every battle lost and won
Need not be for me to journey through alone
For together, we are stronger
And we’ve scarcely now begun
As we blindly feel our way through the unknown