excuse me,

excuse me,
step back for a second
i’m not who you remember.

it was never enough to simply grow up.
so i didn’t.
i grew
out and in
around and down.
silently, proudly,
loudly and shyly.

i still refuse to pick a road
an avenue, an outlet.
i’d rather blow through
dead end after dead end
and rip trees to shreds.
i’m taking the hard way.

but the people who matter
are around with axes
when i can’t quite make it through.

and they know who i am.
and i know who i am.
and what i don’t know yet,
well, there are miles ahead
and i’ve no intention of slowing.