As a baby I cried out
It got me attention
There never was a doubt
As a toddler I acted up
They oh’ed and awed
Said I was cute as a pup
I started school became the class clown
The role suited me
I had the act down
As a teenager they called me bad
They used to encourage this behavior
So why are they getting mad?
As a young adult out on my own
Feeling sorry for myself
Getting hit by the curves that life has thrown
Finally; an adult at last
Heading towards the future
Trying to drop the scars of the past
The baggage is heavy, it weighs me down
It leads me right into
The shadiest part of town
I find others like me, carrying bags of old
Down here everyone has them
We display them like gold
We all fill our bodies with toxic potions
Helps to lighten the baggage
Soothing us like the sound of the ocean
It works for a while then we need more
We will steal and we will beg
Until you get tired of slamming the door
Middle age won’t find me for I will be dead
A life wasted on self-pity
Such a shame they all said
Please close the casket it’s too late for me
Don’t race through your life
Save your self now, stop to breathe and set yourself free
BjM 7-16-05
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