Journey

A letter to you,

It's been a while since we've said goodbye,
It's been a rough time living without you everyday,
Someone asked me what I wanted to do with my life,
For a while I didn't know how to answer that.
It feels like everyday I do the same thing, go to the same places, see the same people.
I've been hurting, I've been taring apart in a slum hole,
Full of darkness, full of pain.
They say that no human has found their piece of mind by hiding under blues,
"Music won't set you free, neither will drugs, nor material gain."
Music won't set you free, but it has given me a reason to breathe,
Neither will drugs, ever, but they've taken care of me when no one could break down the walls,
Nor will material gain, simply made me hold on to things I thought I could control.

So who do I want to be?
I want to walk in my mother's shadows,
Honor the greatness most seemed to follow,
I want to heal that part of me that never rests, that part of my humanity that I share with the world,
I want to mend broken hearts,
Inspire hope in the hopeless,
Just walk a little further than my dreams allow.
One day I will be faced with the question of existential presence,
I don't want to exist, I want to be present.
And one day, I'll see you in heaven.