The Map

The Map

Do you ever think your doing good
Becoming the things you've set out to be
Then a few short words open your eyes
Then smacks you back to reality
I do this thing sometimes
I get content and think things are better than they are
It clouds my judgment very well
It seems I would learn from these scars
I build my self up! Doing what I need to
Not noticing where I fell short
Or if anyone but me can see what it is I have done
Because it doesn't end up in the report
I get lost inside my head
My real problems take a backseat
They get lost in the confusion
And when I'm reminded I feel the defeat
Everyone who reads my lines
They know what I want to be
But the path that takes me there
Is dark and out of the way, hidden in secrecy
I wish I could reign everything in
Control is a tricky creature
I am tired of all the chaos
I want to be the main feature
I don't want to live day to day
Hoping I stumble into the right path
I want to have figured out the problems
And be the guy who drew the map

LukeCoomer ©