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Find My Own

  • Writer: Cheyenne Morton
    Cheyenne Morton
  • Jan 24, 2020
  • 1 min read

Updated: May 7, 2024

"We all love to walk a dangerous path, whether it be in our heads or on the road."

The more I see, the more I feel

This mess I made is all my own

Hidden in plain sight, a single lie

Just thrown aside, a path unknown


Desert that road and stow away

The baggage that has overgrown

By myself, too lost to help

And oversee a single soul


And by your words bring paranoia

A shocking wave that feels distorted

An image lost and rerecorded

To patronize my life's disorder


To big to oblige to all the heart

Fade day by day and fall apart

In memory, I grow too old

My own inhibition rarely sold


But dwindle by the candle light

A serpent beast that dwells inside

A snark reminder of the past

By mistrust and hate I get out fast


Though these feelings never do subside

I let them go, I like the ride

And pain brings me to newer heights

I’ll never stop, I like the fight


These barriers that will not go

Live safe and sound, as patience grows

High and mighty it will reign

Until we crown a darker king


That rule is mine, I shout and snarl

For this real fall will bring me scars

But I take all the pain with a smile

And ask my crowd, “Please stay awhile”

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