Walking down the street I saw myself today.
Didn't know what to do or say.
I watched who I once was walk away.
Such is life I suppose.
But then he turned and looked me in the eyes.
I could tell I served as fate in that moment
Struggling to speak, to show him the lies in disguise.
But who would I be without it all?
The highs would be nothing without the coming fall.
And i've spent time questioning who, what and why
Been through some shit but i'll stay who I am
I wouldn't pay money to be another guy.
I don't have much to say
Just that I saw myself today
And was moved to write this poem
Ended up moving on
Figured the past aint worth speaking to anymore
People come and go out my front door
New faces get me out of bed
Some despised, yet immortalized
Such is a writers dilemma
Do I give you life in my words? Allow you to exist in my notebook?
It's inevitable
Rather than tears come the words
As I do what i've always done
Talk myself through this world.
-dev
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