Deserved

 

When everything seems to be going right

My inspiration takes to flight

And all the things I used to think

I watch the value I assign them shrink.

Day by day and night by night,

I struggle with the urge of flight

To run and hide

Creep out like the tide.

But here I sit instead

Fighting my own head

Like a small child lost and alone

I still feel that I must atone.

For what I have wronged and squandered

Forgetting the places Ive wandered

The adventures I have had

Remind me the value of scared, glad, mad, sad.

Sometimes I really believe,

That this heart I wear on my sleeve

Is nothing more than a weight

Deserving of nothing but wait...

I am that I am who I am.

-Madi-