There is a lonely man calling out my name,
Begging me to keep him company tonight,
Beneath an overpass hiding from the rain,
Trying to hold back tears under his eyes.
His face is broken and weathered badly,
Hiding a soft and soothing, calming voice,
I started to walk away as he gazed sadly,
He yelled “It’s your life, it’s your choice.”
I turned around in curiousity and in fear,
To hear exactly what it was he had to say.
I sat with an open mind and opened ears,
Claiming he can clarify all of my mistakes.
Underanalyzed thoughts poorly executed,
In the form of actions I’ll forever regret.
What is left of my small mind is polluted,
With memories of every life I’ve wrecked.
I need to keep my mouth sealed this time,
To keep from hurting you or myself again.
It hurts me inside too much for me to lie,
If I know the truth is hard to comprehend.
Only recently has it occured to me clearly,
Why exactly I fear a wild card in my life,
If I can’t decipher the few I love dearly,
From the few that are twisting the knife.
I have little faith in myself or anyone else,
When I need faith to pull myself through.
I subject those closest to me to this hell,
Only so they can suffer exactly like I do.
Most importantly I can express remorse,
But can’t say sorry because of my pride,
To anyone I have hurt through the course,
Of my life, no matter how hard I’ve tried.
I’ll die alone and miserable on this track,
If I’m too weak to change for the better.
I can’t waste all of my time looking back,
Digging the ashes that are already settled.
I nodded my head in shame to this old man,
And asked him how he knows everything,
He said to me, “You know that who I am,
Is just the person that you are becoming.”