That I am under a better of me,
Or maybe I should just go out on my own,
And discover my own superiority.
The embarrassement that infests my whole being,
May counteract any advantage I had,
Unless I go back to my shameless self,
To the days when luck was my better half.
This may be my opportunity to revert,
To a more knowledgable version of my youth.
How often have I said in my mature life,
"I wish what I know now, when I was younger, I knew"?
And it's alright,
I'll get my due eventually.
I've got it in my way along the way.
I guess I can't fight what it's been to be me.
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