Looking Back I Guess I Stuck With Me Through Everything (Or Something Like That)

Piecing together snippets of myself to form this
like a book with torn pages
I admit I’ve overstayed my welcome
I’ll be gone when you get back – your welcome

It’s been a long time coming
for me to sit down for a little while
in a dark room with an orange glow
thoughts like concrete confetti falling

It’s more than likely that I started this to say something
something from the heart or something from the mind
or maybe both of those two combined
it’s still to be seen if what I truly mean is in this scripts destiny

A couple more laps around the coffee table
I’ve got the 3rd act figured out
but it’s time I put my pencil down
& live the lines of tomorrow