It is not a voice,
it is not a person,
yet I view myself from afar,
outside of my being,
mentally not physically,
I wonder
Has what I've done so far in my life the best I could do?
Has fear and discipline caused me to stand outside the door while it is open?
Have what I've been told day after day, year after year, time after time, actually settled in my clouded misundersood mind?
I am nothing but an average young human being,
I have gifts and flaws,
I am an individual as is everyone else,
but my troubles are more magnified than those of who are around me,
what I put up with is nothing in the eyes of others,
but they too put up with it.
Looking back I have seen more oppertunities for happiness, freedom, and pleasure than any rabbit sees chances of survival in the snow fall, but for one reason or another I've flown over those oppertunities looking for bigger prey or maybe just gliding and passing over them with no care,
but as far as I know I have missed them and thats that.
Of course I reget those things,
everyone regrets things,
it's part of human nature,
It's just some more than others learn to move on rather than linger of the topic,
I have tried to move on and suceeded but everyone once in a blue moon
that oppertunity comes back,
the one you looked over and despretly wanted to return to,
but now the door is closed
and all you have is the view throught the window
of what you could have had
but passed over it
As I think about this I laugh silently to myself and think of the exact reason why I flew over the open door and moved on,
It's because of my morals,
the difference between good and bad, right and wrong, up and down,
and all I can say is that even though I still think of those times
i've skipped over
I remember
to remember
who I am
and what I believe
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