I love this place, just not the road I’ve taken
I might take the long route, feels better that way
I have been taught
bushes and bumps comes along with it
then, I stumble, a step or two
by a step or two I mean maybe a couple more to boot
I upsurged a bit, not almost there i know
but I might take the wrong turn, feels better that way
found blight here, blessed me with the light as well
taught me to let go, there’s no place like home
I belong to the warmth of the sheets my mother folded,
not the vicious hand I led myself to.
but I might perceive I made it here because of that one wrong turn,
the road I never wanted to take,
the longest route with all the bulges I leave behind
I might wanna stay here for a while, just feels better this way.
Leave a comment