My mind is made up
no more blinded than the others,
fucked-up & matured in kind,
banking on a brighter tomorrow.
I’ve beaten the beasts of my youth
one-by-one, and once & for all.
Now I go on two-by-two
with a handle on the truth.
I kicked up some dust
revealing a sheen
unexpectedly pristine & fulfilling,
my humble needs met.
I must admit I’ve made some mistakes
but I say “What the hey!”
I’m rightfully justified.