Coming clean

I have flown through thousands of winds
broken my wings
crawled on my knees,
my spirit carried me to my destination.

I was sitting on a cloud
watching the wildfire from above,
my feet covered with blisters
landed me in the desserts.

I have climbed mountains
one by one,
the top remains a mystery.

Doors slammed in my face
bridges burned down in front of my face,
my mind was raped without a trace.

Running the streets
not fitting in
you look for a purpose,
your eyes have turned blind.

Why now
why bring it up
it's not for you to understand,
it's me coming clean.

My life is like poor diet
a dreamer all the way
others did not make it.
That's not fair.

Here I am halfway old
watching others suffer,
what you don't know
I died a long time ago.

To those who love me
my debt weighs on their shoulders.