READING MANUALS AT NIGHT

Reading manuals at night, some in English, some are not,

Try to put my baby crib, give it purpose, give it life,

I was never really born, I was made to walk a path,

I am playing others’ hand, but I’m doing it my way.

Best intentions lead to Rome, cause all roads end up the same.

Is it glory or my past, catching up to sword and shield?

Mixed among my love and will, I’m creating something else

What’s the matter, what’s the beef? Why we can’t just get along?

I’m atoning for your sins, is it ever really wrong?

Is it ever really me? Did I even have a choice?

Is it truly how I saw moving forward in the world?

Paraphrasing metaphors, fighting battles with myself,

Why the fighting if at all, why the sadness ‘mong the stars?

Let it float and let it be, I’m beginning a new day.