Yep, it was me...

[twistdmoonlight]

Guilty as charged.
I can live with it.
What was, always will be,
And it wouldn't matter now,
except for the thousands of
angry, sad, confused, and bitter voices
Yelling in my head.

I stop them
Briskly walking the opposite direction,
Away from this guilt trip,
and all I am left to think,
Where to put the blame but me?

Where did my childhood go?
Why can't I be innocent too?
Hey you, can you take some of this luggage for me?
Oh, and where the fuck is my American Dream?

But now I know,
forgiveness is the path
that resists none
and heals infinite.

Then I remember when innocence grows,
From the organic love in our heart,
Not treated with guilt or jealousy,
No synthetics used.

It's reacting to someone,
Before we take them personally,
It's the unconditional love,
That we give to cute babies and beautiful landscape.

Yes, "To master love, you must practice love"

But now I have one question,

What about this moment of truth,
The whole world nudged me, then stood still,
at my fingertips,
And all I needed to do was,
give in...

But I pushed back instead...
Do I seek amends?
Or do I get to steppin'?