When I Grow Up
Living in my troubled past
I ponder the road not taken
I thought I'd found my way at last
Only to be mistaken
The wayside holds my fallen dreams
But yet I can't turn back
That's the way it always seems
Never finding what I lack
Regret is now my shadow's name
He follows close behind
The two of us become the same
The blind leading the blind
Hope's become a foreign place
A place I cannot go
No plan to fix the things I face
I wander to and fro
"When I grow up I want to be"
These words never seemed so real
Without a purpose I didn't see
That I'd be standing still
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2012
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