I find myself looking for more each and every day
I need to gather myself for a while, I need to fly away
When I think about it longer, I think I need to stay
So tired of trying to fight myself, I will change today
I will stand strong against the evils that often slice through my soul
I will mount up on the stallions, wearing spurs and boots of gold
This attitude must get me through the blackness compatible with coal
I must be wise and powerful, as a man in the age of old
There is only one thing that can help me, and I realize it isn’t me
I am sick and tired of the person I used to try to be
I need to branch out and meet expectations, as a sweet fruit-bearing tree
I am not this person I act like I am, I am not really me
I hate this fake person I have slowly and steadily become
I want to ignore the attitudes and feelings of the ignorant some
When I think about those ignorant some, I wonder if I am one
Wow, I am one, it has come to the point I never thought it would come
Putting this thought aside, I know what I have to do
Place my old self in the past and in the future become anew
Maybe in the future I won’t feel so down and blue
Time to spread the wings and fly place of which I never knew
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