My way

Where do I start

Or maybe how

Was never scared to live

Like it was the end

the only day

we could ever be

Give it all

Smiling

Stumbling over

Unknown paths

learning to do it

better with less

Craziness

Don't think

I don't care

It's just my style

My choices are not always

what you define

as good

your wrong

is often my right

Gotta make these moves

Until I find my way

Hold your judgement

For I will let you be

Just as you were meant

Now how do I begin

this story to be told

all or part or maybe

just a poem