My Own Song

This to will be another day...

Surprisingly, different and yet the same.
Defined as it is by my mood and opinions.
It is I who will set the tone.
It is I who moves the beat.

For far to long, I have had others
I let set the tempo of my life...
Moving to a music not my own.

Or dancing in darkness,
spun out of sickness and madness of my own.
Blinded as I was to my illness
and trying to move to another's song...

I fell...

And yet another day arrives.

Now I seek the light, so my footing is sure.
I gather help from where I can.
Learning the notes to my own song,
so that I might dance it true...

I move,
I dance,
and at last,
I live!