Mystery play

Here I am sitting under the tree

Can't stop thinking about who and how I used to be

I know this isn't right and yes it doesn't feel right for me

And I've been drinking myself to sleep

As I close my eyes I always dreamt of myself wandering endlessly

Towards the path less travelled and to the unknown

And see things I shouldn't suppose to see

But when I open my eyes I see the reality and what more life could bring to fruition

I know I am here for a reason

It is I not them, who can take charge of my life

Creating the life I've always wanted

God must've heard me and he knows what I truly need

Peace and Harmony, Safety and Security and Health and Wellness

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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