The things we see through

I finally see through myself. For so long I was opaque. I woke up today and through the mirror I saw the wall behind me. I didn't see my brown skin. I didn't see my face. I was completely out of focus. I guess it's because I'm at a turning point. I've finally came to the fork in my mind. Do I go the traveled path, or the untraveled path. So many travel the path that has foot steps. Few have created there own.

The path I'm set for is clear and open. No uncertainty. I can write a book through it in a volt and read it in twenty years. I probably wouldn't be shocked. For that reason I'am scared. There are so many unhappy people with the frequent traveled path. There are so many people that would rewrite there adult life.

All these commitments. All these boring twists and turns. What's wrong with just being? Just being you when you want to be you. Not being you when you don't want to be you. Fly to a far off place because you want to fly to a far off place. How come this can't be? I wanna be. I wanna be there! I wanna be there so bad that I will let go everything I have just to be there.