The Winding Road
I spend a lot of time
Inside my head
Trying to find if the future
Has a golden threadI am sensitive
I get hurt a lot
But I say many things
When I should have notSometimes like a bad car
I drive all over the place
But its seems the only way
That I can find my spaceBut I discovered no more faults
Than others show
And I discovered no less virtues
Than others knowI learned of fear and pain
Are my companions in my growth
And to look them in the eye
And stare them down bothI’m on a winding road
With no diversion or distraction
With no sex, drugs or alcohol
To replace effective actionAnd every day a crossroads
A chance to start again
And yet another chance
To ‘suck it up’ again🙂
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