Behind Me

I chose to flee from what’s behind me.

I’ve given my honor.

I’ve fulfilled several pledges.

I’ve even taken a jump off the edge.

In so much as the eye can see.

Into the deep abyss of charades and chivalry.

Too far for many to doubt the occasion.

I haven’t struggled without much persuasion.

Not the labels placed in front of me.

For me to choose 1, 2, 3.

I don’t belittle myself.

Or my intentions to act.

I’ve been handed an odd deck.

But I refuse to deal myself a deathly blow.

I know that I want to grow.

To be wrapped in the wealth that I create for me.

I want the chance to aspire to be.

What I what to be.

Not what others make of me.

Vexed to becoming a sleuth.

Don’t want anyone to make me out uncouth.

It makes no difference.

Should I not be able to see,

What lies ahead when it’s behind me.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

Talk to me.

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