My days haven’t been spent in the best of manner,
and I’ve mastered the art of a procrastinating planner.
Troubled and in doubt, I hesitate to go forth,
it’s like having a compass that never points north.
I’ve waited so long, my paths are overrun,
people aren’t even aware of the things I’ve done.
I’ve reached a point of comfort for when I fall,
and never has my hope felt so incredibly small.
This isn’t the end for me by any means,
my movie has barely begun its best scenes.
For me to move forward and get beyond myself,
I need to take this darkness off the shelf.
I will no longer keep fear, doubt, and dismay,
It’s out of mind, and it’s been thrown away.
I’m rising through this storm of sadness and tear,
I know that somehow I will find the clear.
My journey cannot continue without a heartfelt plea,
To move on, I first must ask you to forgive me.