Uprooted...

 I stumbled away as I ran from my roots.
 Just to return to give up as fuckin through.
 Seems the past was uprooted when I left.
 Guess me changing was for the best.
 I'm not who I was standing out of place.
 As the reality set in upon my disgusted face.
 Not all of us turn out to be somethin better.
 & it truly doesn't seem to really fuckin matter.
 Who we were just doesn't resemble who we are.
 For life took me elsewhere never forgetting how I couldn't play the part.
 My mind wasn't cut out for what I rid of myself standing true.
 It's molding wouldn't allow me to be buried without an honest use.
 Lost I am not, as life goes on.
 As the expressions on my face for reasons, are worn.
 That part of me is gone & I never want it back.
 Those grounds I trampled on, from the backside, was attacked.
 Damn near pulled me under what I thought I missed.
 Runnin back to who I thought I was as my patience fizzed.
 Lit instantaneously on a wick that burned so fuckin slow.
 Burning a hole in my head to help me lose my mind in the midst of the show.
 As everything I thought I was & came from would somehow evolve.
 Yet to my intellect, there's many problems there that's yet to be solved.
 Hovering over the memories that just won't fade in the soil.
 As a piece of me died letting loose of the recollection of back then that spoiled.
 So long, & fare well to a time that caught me by surprise.
 You'll forever stay in this lifetime where I left you to reside.
With that hand full of me you gripped, ripping you from me you were torn.
Guess who I set out to be is in the makin of the man within that drives me on.
Stepping with more purpose in one movement than so long ago has ever attempted to make.
Dangling in the years gone, the old me to the new me has indeed escaped.
With the moon that watches over me as I sleep in the distances comfort.
Knowin the sun will rise upon my face beneath the mornings covers.