[Mitch]

One day I recognized my fear,
I thought I might never change and accept it as it is.
I thought about what I would be like in 5 years.
"Would all my pain had veered away?
Will I grab the wheel and steer away from clear decay?
I care for my family a lot but can they see the plot?
Can they help me before the band burns out and stops?"
Candidly I blocked it off, the thought was wrong.
"I should just let life slide into place like the candles hot."
So i forgot, what I was, what I had done wrong,
and all the pauses, where I stopped for a second and said,
"Mitch what are you doing? You're Moving?
Just because you're doing something doesn't mean your moving upward.
Progressing?! You're just pushing luck up a hill
until you hit the top and topple still.
Your only god is procrastination, narcissistic salutations,
Shifting masks with other actors who laugh when naked."

One day I looked back 5 years,
and I remembered that one time i had tried to steer
away from the clear decay. I peered, I gazed, I feared
that I had yet to change. Accepted blame. Rejected day
light trying to find a halo in a lass. Lasso.
I let it pass slow, now life is like a latched door.
I only see the key through the peephole.
Concealed my evil with a minimalistic approach
to features in this sinners own inner conflicted show.
Considerate when you least expect,
then I balance, a polar practice without a swept regret.
The symptoms show. And I give less shit with every bigger bowl.