Drawing me

the road that lies ahead
is under construction

and much is yet to be done
yet, it is night

the picture from the other side
is hazy and foggy and funny
this isn’t the picture I wish to see
to let me be and become at ease

I've been to Texas
I've been to Montreal, to Birmingham
everywhere in search of me
it is mist and storm crushing my soul

many roads run up and down where I go
yet I needed only one  
where do I go with them
when I’m lost with uncertainty

climbing and scaling mountainsides
away from home chasing butterflies
that seems beautiful everywhere

I’m painting lines in my mind

as I want them to be
that makes sense in my head
and I don’t care what you may say

if the picture has no appeal
I’ll draw it again
I’ll keep drawing it till I see me
the real me in Reality