Am I really in charge
like I used to be,
when I made the decision to let go
and finally be free?
but that was so long ago
when my world was much simpler then,
when the days were much brighter,
and the long nights not yet fallen,
when dreams could be a reality,
when despair didn’t walk by my side.
Am I really in charge now that I’m older,
or am I just numb and dead inside?