Unfinished
I have yet to walk across the stage
I’ve never journeyed through life unafraid
Bottled up anger, I’ve inhaled all my rage
Still my life resides in the first chapter
I’ve never conquered the courage to turn the page
I’ve never realized my vision, nor obtained my dreams
I settled at the bottom, living on crumbs
I’ve never climbed the mountain that leads to the top
I’m just wading at the bottom twiddling my thumbs
I have played in thorn filled meadows
Laid in pastures of untruth
I’ve imprisoned myself in a one woman cage
Sowed seeds in a gardens that never grew
A detainee of my own deception
Self sabotage brought me to this demise
My worth and dreams consigned to probation
A reality escapist, I ponder life in desperation
I awake to my destruction
This is my life
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