Find My Own
- 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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