Even If Its Wrong

` Following the shadow of my lost and distant dreams Longing for the smile once before Nothing really matters or is close to what it seems Trying just to even up the score Pathways lead me walking to a place I don’t belong Weaving here and there along the way Counting out my steps I wonder, who could be so wrong Shouting out with nothing much to say Why is this so difficult these worried twists and turns When my eyes can see what waits ahead Finding each mistake is how another never learns Maybe it was something that I said Can’t you please direct me to the comfort that I seek Just a guiding hand to point the place Notice I am stronger when I feel so very weak See the promised look upon my face Life can be so heavy in a funny wayward state Weight upon my shoulders pressing down Gazing to the future for the past is just my fate Poetry becomes my thorny crown So I sit here writing out my feelings once again Fighting fast and hard throughout the night For it is a curse, my hand just can’t put down this pen Even if its wrong these things I write