Once
Once I get back to good.
I wonder?
What does that look like?
All my life I have put of a fight.
Full of fright.
Full of fear.
To get too close or too near,
I'm a bag of bad news.
Kept my head up.
All eyes on me wherever I maybe.
The grass is not always greener on the other side.
I tried that before and it made me realize, either side will never be greener or brighter.
What does it look like being baj to good?
Maybe I misunderstood.
I could have made a mistake.
Maybe good is what I am now,
This could be.
Let me see.
Look at me .
Let it all go.
Now I see the me.
Good as gold.
C