I remember thinking,
When I was still a kid
That I would always choose good
In everything that I did.
I'd be a famous astronaut,
Hurtling through outer space
But I guess it was pretend,
Because I can only fly in place.
I thought I'd be a hero
With a blanket for a cape
But one by one, my superpowers
Were proven to be fake.
Some of my choices put to shame
The man my father hoped I'd be
Sometimes I start to weep and mourn
For all the potential lost on me.
I'm broken, not defeated
Disillusioned by this loss
Searching for something to silence my sorrows
With no concern for material cost.
Silken sheets cannot supress
These feelings of insanity
And a social smoke cannot invoke
The revival of my humanity.
I was misguided, not lost
As a captain and his crew
Playing in puddles because they weren't informed
That they were meant for the ocean blue
I let myself get entangled
In these chains which poise to bind me
I allowed myself to be led astray
And think my many mistakes could confine me.
A weak resolve and heavy heart,
I knew I could be good
So I bore on my back a crucifix,
Much heavier than one of wood.
So I propose to us a toast,
A drink to our good health
For if theres anythinng to learn from guilt,
It's that theres good within yourself.