A Broken Person
In some new life of do or die
I pondered what to be
I thought about the reason why
Until it came to me
The promise of a dream come true
Was written in my heart
The freedom of an ocean blue
Was just a world apart
An empty canvass called to me
In paint-by-number thrills
My vision of eternity
Would hardly pay the bills
My calling was to navigate
The fog that boxed me in
To pick and choose my goodly fate
And calculate a win
If Father Zeus remembered me
In all my victories won
Then Mother Goose remanded me
Before the day was done
My self-esteem belittled more
Than battled for my dreams
The rainclouds of my nevermore
Were battering my schemes
I should've been content to live
My life as I saw fit
To settle down with those who give
A hoot before they quit
My aspiration followed me
To land my true vocation
But constipation hindered me
Before I left the station
I might’ve been the kindly youth
Who barely made the grade
Who followed blindly for the truth
Behind a loud parade
The vision of an older man
Is still the better choice
The promise of a bolder plan
Is waiting for my voice.
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