Glassed Feet and added DYT)

 

Knees Drawn 

 

I get chance after weary chance to make something greater than myself
But when I’m stomaching this greatness, there’s a part of me than can take this,
My father gave me this ability to pick and choose my own destiny,
but everything’s all good and well, until I go stumbling on my own  heavily
this understanding this reliance on myself, isn’t getting me anywhere
So why do I keep digressing back to square one;
I’ve seen and done, but keep getting lost in what I’ve overcome
the past hasn’t come to last,  I’m moving forward,
but this icy road labeled life, is the perfect flaw
to hold me under the law, to keep me held down by a matter of fact
to keep me from swimming across the ocean.
This isn’t just another commotion, something strung together
But to offer insight on how to deal with the inclement weather.
We so seldom fight our battles from on our knees,
instead we go off on what we’ve experienced, not using the exact set of  keys,
but we’re afraid to accept that we need this help,
I get chance after weary chance, and these opportunities are slipping like sand
and by now these are acting like commands
Not something self administered but
a passive momentary neglect, a paper cut,
shallow on the surface, but pain stakes all the way through.
As I lower my knee and take a bow,
my problems won’t be aired a grievance,
but as the line I draw that’s genuine