I fetched my mind from the obscure
with nothing for me to change... but it.
and pain shed off my back toot sweet
when resistance I did quit.
I used to pound my mellon
like a sledge upon injustice
and with youthful angst galore
the whole world out to bust us
and felt guilty like a whore
not in love with circumstance
with facts I may abhor
I found that I could change myself
and opened up a better door
no apology that I live
just learning to grow up
with invetrate uncertainty
drinking from life’s cup
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