Released

I saw the world but through the fearful eyes of a wounded young man
I saw my dreams but through the influenced whispers of pressuring mouths
I saw my future but through the maps and charts of dysfunctional guidebooks
I saw myself but through the critical microscope of never being good enough
I saw the ones I loved through the imperfect lens of my perfect expectation
I saw women as formula for fulfillment when the void was self fulfilling
I saw my life as a string with knots of failure spaced at regular intervals
I saw my music as a hindrance that would never be good enough for Broadway
I saw my words as a painful release for cryptologic emotional outlet
I saw my friends as those who when my back was turned shared dissatisfaction
I saw my destiny as one of riches and position that I could reach by outworking others
I saw my home as a place to hide from the realities which mistreated me so well
I saw the world but through the overlay of a lens tarnished by my frustration
It is amazing what I see through the same eyes now

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