Even though I was doing the right thing for myself, others saw it differently.
This discusses the conflicts of wanting to be a better person but realizing some things had to go if I wanted to stay true to myself.
“Wavelength”
What a rarity it is to find clarity
My mind is a charity with rich donors
Who could care less about loners?
And only care about when the phone rings
It stings to see others revile
When they have no idea what’s behind my smile
The face I front and the explanation so blunt
“I’ve had enough.”
Times are tough when cuffs are broken
No words are spoken to the open book that I am
No one likes a blank cover
Yet they hover until I become ajar
But the time to be ajar is oh so far
960 hours none of them yours
So if need be, do your chores and check back when I’m ready
Deflect back when I’m steady
On this wavelength with new strength
To see the plainest moments in a new light
Not illuminated by lighters and flickering lighters
While relationships with friends old and new grow tighter
Am I mightier than thou for choosing this path?
No, not now but maybe in the future
When the dependents become moochers
The light switch flipped on
To analyze, what the hell was going on?
Wasted nights, getting faced without a care in sight
Only to feel the plight years later
And to ask oneself, where did the time go?