New Me

August 22, 2015

Maybe it's time I grew.

Not in height,

Not into something new,

But into someone who can take the pressure.

Someone who knows the big picture

And recieves all of the known pleasure.

I can't tell what I'm going to need,

But I can see a position of occupation

Where I am expected to lead.

Lord knows I'm here for the benefit of all,

But everything that's given isn't for me.

I try to do what I can

I keep a smile on and stand tall.

My mind claims another name.

One is surefooted and the other

Slips on the past of which we came.

Time brings less excuse

When in the trap of my mind,

I haven't gotten my head loose.

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