My Days

My Days I’m trying to remember every day of my life Even before I stopped believing in religion And Santa Claus I have to start from the bottom And work my way up. It is a herculean task, so many days are hazy I have to break through this fog to see Decisions I took and understood why. My insecurities have to be examined as My tendency to volcanic anger and out way And how my personality immerged to what I’m today. I want my days to be crystal clear like An uncut diamond polished by time. To do this, I must be ruthless and don’t find Excuses and omission to be totally honest May not be possible, but I will try.