TO WHOM IT CONCERNS
I've made my mistakes
to go forward and make many more
I can't write any wrongs
I could go into detail
just know that it doesn't mean anything
and if I were to see any of you tomorrow
it would be a welcome experience
and perhaps one could clarify ...
explain one's way out of confusion
if you can think back
those reading this open letter
another jerk that was beside himself
never short for words always entertaining
a bit hazy never quite knew the way
yet was easier for him to follow instead of lead
yeah it's me again
without a plan just going along with life
and wherever it leads me
little has changed over the years
trying to take things into control
I can't complain
yet still that perfectionist
of which nothing will ever be right
or as it could be
and though that appears to be a familiar theme
part of the reason that you'd hate me now
it allows me to live with myself
never truly apologetic
never one for the illusions and grandeur either
I thought I'd comment on things
thoughts that cross through my mind
of places and events, people
you always want to forget
yet you're pulled back into the abyss
yet it's ok though
gives me reason to persevere
reason to push forward
prove everyone wrong
let everyone know
being content is a sign of death
but how much have I convinced myself of that
and what am I doing about it
don't ask though
unless you truly want to know the answer
perhaps in this, I'm finally trying to find out
yet is it honest though?
not that it was ever the catalyst before
if it achieves the means I can't hate the journey ...
copyright jas 2007