My World

My World....

I realised in this life that I cant walk alone,
and as much as I wanted to, my life wasn't my own.
My life belonged to others and to them that showed care,
and I must consider them first, before I could dare.

It's a lot easy to fly solo when you have the right mind,
with no thought of the living, or the care to walk blind.
Living without hope, without dreams, without blame.
Where I could wander the earth, and hide with no shame.

Without getting caught up in the world of the living.
I have nothing to consider, and can dispose of my giving.
Free of considerations, I have my own sense of duty.
Where I can make my own rules, which are all, absolutely.

So I had cast myself out, and set myself adrift,
Of this life that I live in.
...All I can see is grey mist.

The obligations that once tied me, I can forever decline.
Now living my own life, only I can define.
The rules that once applied are my own institutions.
I can now spread my wings and find my own resolutions.

Eventually I discovered now I was finally alone.
No matter where I wandered it would all be my home.

Michael perryment