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 realised 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 occasionally

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