The Peacock Stage

I’m moving forward. Cutting the cord.
Wake up in the morning feeling restored.
Just look at my face. It’s growing thin.
I’m back to being a king among men.
I’m not what you say. I am what I think.
That was my fault, I let my identity shrink.
But you live and you learn.
And to whom it may concern
I’ll pack my own lunch, I’ll fill my own cup
‘Cause in the end
I’m the only one who shows up.
And on to death, I’ll walk in the light.
So fuck all the rest.
I’m going gentle into that good night.
I made my bed
And I know that I’m blessed.
I’ll take the good in life,
You take the rest.
Because I’m not what you say
I am what I think
And I know that I’m okay
It’s only the beginning of my golden days
I think I’m ready for the peacock stage