Where do I go from here?
Pulled in too many directions at once
My convictions changing like the weather
I know not who I am really
Fighting so hard just to stay in one place
Living back in time in a past
That only half existed and is half lies
Missing my present to preserve my past
And only now really stopping to think
In this little time where such thoughts become
And the answers seem like such a short step away
What do I become from here?
Afraid to grow older as I should
Afraid to let go of the past I adored
Watching the month of my creation flutter
Like the shades and moods of my variant soul
If there was ever a time that typified my life
It would be this February fallen
Neither what it should be
Nor what it could be
Simply what it is.