I can tell you this
I have no hate in me
Just anger
Filled with Latency
Lag
Too slow to fade away
From when I took things
Complacently
Every day it rings out
“I should be further along”
It would have been easy
Get an education
You have the brain
The wit
Just follow along
Or I had the know how
The smarts
So I could’ve ran the streets
I just had to
Tag murder along
Those were my choices
And had I chose either
I would be further along
I didn’t
And it’s not something
I could justify in a song
Still I ask
The path I chose
Was it really that wrong
Now that the weight’s been lifted
I flex
The Earth moves
I can’t remember
Was I always this strong
Now there’s frustration
At not really being able to show it
Will I die in mediocrity
Accomplishing so much
But nobody knows it
Because I didn’t punch
A ticket to heaven or hell
I stuck to my instincts
Avoided spotlights
Stages
Of extremes
Highest or lowest
The things seen by the audience
And there was a point I was tempted
But I left the knife in the drawer
That was when I came the closest
To making a name
For myself
But I left it
Spent many years becoming a sage
Working minimum wage
But it didn’t have to be
I was once admitted to a place
Where lights of brilliance flickered
And shown on the rest
Allowing them to overestimate
Their intelligence and relevance
And it got to me
So I left the knife in the drawer
That was when I came the closest
To making a name
For myself
But I left it
Thinking about it now
The path I chose
It was really that wrong
Considering who I am
Then I flex again
Feel another vibration
And know
I was never this strong
It was really that wrong
That allowed me to see
Allowed me to be
Speaking on those choices
Knowledgeably
The only thing I lost
Was my ability
To speak to people sociably
And people like me
They say we
Behave antisocially
But I grew accustomed
To the truth of solitude
When no one was on this road
Due to my choice
My journey has been solitary
I prefer it that way
Although my favourite comedy
Is ‘Lie to Me’
I’m not a good enough actor
To be casted
So I’m content with
Watching T.V.
With that last thought
I flex again
Amused anger
That
I might have to spend
Another few years
In a world of pretend
That I’m weaker than I am
It gets bleaker
Because there will always be that voice
That says
“You should be further along.”
Where my only response is
“It was my experiences
That made me understand
And although I might have
Gained the world
There would have been more to lose
Maybe my soul
If I had tried on either road
To become who I am
Further along.”