Blessed

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Yeah, I'm all right now.

Sitting here...thinking on,

With these weary two feet,

I've been walking on.

Squint my eyes,

Seeking a tribe where I belong.

Not a shade of truth,

Like a sliver of hope,

But I can't turn back,

Abandoning another home.

Somewhere there's a tombstone,

That bears my name.

I may have wandered past it...

Who really notices,

An unmarked grave?

There are footprints on this path,

That don't belong to me.

There are signs of life,

Not a soul to see.

Even the signposts lead nowhere.

This path is mine, though.

Like the beat of this heart,

That isn't regular.

Sure...a smooth sea, 

would've felt more familiar.

But would it light a fuse in the head,

Like the sheer fear of death?

Long way down now,

Been a King too long,

Bring my head, my crown now!

Mark my words,

They'll outlive you and me.

Hope is a luxury,

Reserved for the privileged.

It best not be,

Mistakenly taken for courage.