Stumbling through
another thought of mine.
Never mind
any kind of reckoning.
Crossed every dividing line,
committed the crime
of the century,
made you my enemy.
I’m not the type of guy
who gets away with things.
My soul abides.
Unabashed,
I push back
and every task gets done
in its own time.
I am not worried
about any deadlines,
but mine.
I could have been an architect,
but all my plans are flawed.
I could have been an engineer,
but all my math is wrong.
I could have been a priest,
but I’m no man of God;
I’m barely hanging on,
but I’m not giving up
no matter how far I’m gone.
I’ve never been the hero,
but it might be nice
to take my own advice
and get on with this life,
instead of praying to the sky
while still hiding a knife.
There’s more to this
than what’s on the outside.
Bumbling like a fool
through every point of view.
Locked up in my head,
for breaking all the rules.
Throw away the keys,
While I’m tossing out the jewels
and hoping that I know
which way to choose.
This is turning out to be
just one
long
excuse.
DR – 2021
