Right in My Wrong

The wind is at my back, there is fight in my heart
There’s right in my wrong, and finish in my start
My head is backwards, my mind at my feet
My insanity is perpetual, yet far from complete
My struggle is one for self, and for feeling whole
Returning the smiles I gave, and the ones I stole
I’m uncertain what it is that I am waiting for
But I have a feeling I have some discovering in store
I went and sat under the tree of life
And the shadow of it’s branches sheltered my mind
I went thoughtless if only for a moment
I knew that my heart was blank, and I owned it
No words flooded my head and spilled out of my mouth
It became clear what this wrinkle in time was about
Revelation and renewal pried open my chest
Tore open my ribcage and devoured the rest
Replaced all of my stubbornness with imagination
Took away my innocence and cursed me with damnation
My eyes see negative, the opposite of what should be
And I think different than most, but on the contrary
I blend in with the blurry faces that surround me
And I know that I belong in my chaos, wrongly

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