Someone Else?

When i fell from grace

i never realized

how deep the flood was around me.

a man whose life was toil

was like a kettle left to boil,

and the water left scars on me.

I know now who i am.

if only for a while,

i recognize the changes.

i feel like i did before the

magic wore thin and the "baptism

of stains" began.

They used to say i was

nowhere, man,

heading down

was my destiny.

but yesterday, i swear,

that was someone else not me.

Here i stand at the crossroads edge,

afraid to reach out for eternity,

one step, when i look down,

i see someone else not me.

Looking back and i see

someone else.

All my life they said i

was going down,

but i'm still standing,

stronger, proud.

and today i know there's

so much more i can be.

From where i stand at the crossroads edge,

there's a path leading out to sea.

and from somewhere

deep in my mind,

sirens sing out loud

songs of doubt

as only they know how.

but one glance back reminds, and i see,

someone else not me.

I keep looking back

at someone else... me?