Maybe, Just Me

I was young, maybe a little too young 

To know exactly the right path, the right way 

Wrong decisions, weird contentions 

My life was in a complete disarray 

I chased after the wrong people 

And chased after love too much.

A part of me yearning for cliché tactics 

I was on a highway to complete oblivion 

I would run disregarding my respect 

And chase like the poor after the bread

And the mother of signs sighed in the corner 

My desires formed a devilish thread 

And then suddenly, I changed my direction.

I questioned the worth of every stretch 

Of every defect, I had, of every person who confessed 

And realized finally that chasing wasn’t ever my forte 

At least not after the unworthy 

To remain distant, in your own footsteps

Rather than to just follow a dictated mess 

I know I am simple, maybe a little too obsolete 

Maybe my idiosyncrasies aren’t surprising 

Maybe I am dull as the goats and sheep 

But maybe this is who I am.

So far so good, holding on 

Maybe living once in a while 

Following my own painted destiny 

So maybe it wasn’t a thorough waste 

To go down the roughened scales 

Maybe it was meant to be 

For me to fix those tattered shades 

To grow but to weep sometimes 

To stop and maybe to flow sometimes 

To hope but to work too hard 

Testing times aren’t much too far 

But this is who I am, who I shall always be 

Me