Twenty-Four

Started out with wide eyes Firm grip, and no surprise Centerville, a catapult Launched me on to worlds unknown Soon to be yesterday’s home Carolina, middle ground Grew and loved and fucked around 20 miles felt 44 Turned 21 I hit my low Free and finally forced to face myself Breathe for only me and no one else I hesitate a second guess How did I make such a mess? A hurricane without a flood How can I escape my head? Take my thoughts and leave ‘em for dead Take my thoughts and leave ‘em for dead A cold call to Illinois Didn’t know where I’m going The bitter cold, a passing fling Had to stabilize and be Free and finally forced to face myself Breathe for only me and no one else Born again at 24 On a path that I control A fortified mentality Pawning off my misery You may never even recognize me You may never even recognize me