I admit, I’ve been slipping on my self-care.
Do I dare to live a life that doesn’t compare to a traveler nearly there?
Is life particularly fair if your head’s stuck in the air?
Got to wake up from this hell and get out of this nightmare.
Maybe I should use the pair of my hands to ask for blessings.
Maybe I should go to the wise for life lessons.
Maybe I could just pick up a pen and start expressing my fears, failures, depression, I’m sick of blindly guessing.
Whatever works, I just need me a sign, I’m totally blind, give a me guide to walk behind.
So I don’t fall in a trap, this deadly path, has me nervous, drinking bourbon, and trying to be of a service,
to the people that look to me. Finally I see.
A role model is whoever that they want to be.
My fulfillment’s not in money, its impact.
But first I’m pushing through the dark, and I mean that.