This is who I am. This is all the world.allows me to be, and somehow you have a romantic notion that its a good place to be, the nomad, the bard, playing his guitar. Just moving on. Youre the only reason I ever choose to put down roots, and that umbilical cord has turned into a noose. Im stuck her for better or worse without you. Because despite options I know the reality is I need to deal with all responsibilities. That keeps me here. That keeps me grounded in the moment I'm in.
I get to be me. The constant entertainer. Who you passed by in life and gave no accord. I'm just here. I don't matter. I'm just the pathetic sad clown. Moving on. But it is to my own drum because its always had to be. Nobody and nothing is changing that. You couldn't then. Why bother trying now.
I go to the pit to release aggravation. And to deal with the skeletons in my head. But music is always what brought me to the table. The fact I get to enjoy it on my own terms now means everything.
I have a good life, and I sit upon my throne. Am I alone? Sure... but all that means is no distractions. Why would I want to share my life? Its not like the one person who understands wants it. And I'm not sure after this latest round what I want. The only thing i know for sure is I want to be me, for as long as humanly possible.
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