it's not for me

vision, hidden behind hesitant fingers
            distorted by motion
            lost in the jumble of years

perhaps misremembered or just a lie.
one I tell the world or one I tell myself.
either/or I can't see.

there is truth out there
for those that know how to look
what's out there
its not for me
it's for those that know better
               and those that don't.
those that reach for the stars
                behind prison bars.
Me, somewhere in between.

vision, blurred through tears
            hope's light lost
            blinded by past transgression

perhaps its different or maybe not
the past is an echo, just a bit shorter
either/or I can't see.

there is trust out there
for those that know how to look
what's out there
it's not for me
it's for those that know better
               and those that don't.
those that reach for the stars
                behind prison bars.
Me, somewhere in between.

Photo by Amanda Grupp. Words by Fred Watford.