Park Bench
Sitting on this small park bench
waiting in the winds while the trees undress
I look for a path that could change the past
All the words I speak are just continuous ideas I seek
Planning out my future like I am supposed to know who to be
Sitting on a park bench with the Autumn leaves
conversing with myself of what I actually want and need
Well I will truly never know until I succeed
but success is just an optimist of serenity
and sometimes even greed
So for now I will just sit on this park bench
with the calm and cooling breeze
Just being happy that I am me
- by Chase Hunter