FOR YOU

Three sheets to the wind

I was feeling like a handful.

Like my count of days were done

And the rest was just a hassle

Like I had lived the damage done

And was simply the leftovers

- So it didn't matter much

If I tried once to move me forward

Shit had passed and it had trespassed

On what made me bright and shiny

So all that was left of "me" was broken

And was surely more than stymied

I'd fought on

- while I was losing

So got lost along the way

Still in the middle of my journey

I somehow found

-again-

Today.

Today the ever after.

Today the ever still.

Today the fleeting moment.

Today my iron will.

Today to say I'm doing

What I was surely born to do

Which is to convey

With thoughts and words

The truth I have to share

for you.