What does it take to be a man? I thought I know once but I still don’t understand The destinations out in front of me. How I get there is a mystery.
Here’s how I was ; Young but not stupid. And how I felt ; Misled not useless. Right now, mind clouded by the fog, of who I am and who I wish I was. But I don’t even know!
I’ve got a book filled with clumsy sentences meaningless sentiments and overworked adjectives. I’ve got a room’s filled with all the things I need to distract me from ever trying to succeed.
But will I even know?
Hand up, eyes shut, I’ve had enough I give up. Broken back, I’m on my knees. Give me space to try to breath. Does it even show, when I get there will I know? “who I want to be” is gonna be the end of me! And when I get there will I know?