Good Place

There was more of me then

More to this skin and bone template

My face lit up well with such livelihood

It complemented me like the bad does the good

Now I’ve been bulldozed by he who came before

I was in a good place but not anymore

There was less of the moon then

Less of a light at night and I slept soundly

Now I major in shortcomings and I study my flaws

Sharp with resentment and threatening like claws

Now my feathers are plucked and I’m stripped to the core

I was in a good place but not anymore

You’ll have to excuse my morose sense of reality

But I’ve learned that Hell’s arrows don’t specifically aim for┬áme

And the ones that do strike leave a lasting impression

I’ve lived through all this and yet I’m still second-guessing

There was more to me then

More than just primary colors

But my wheels keep turning despite their golden rust

There are beautiful things that can be built from the dust

Now the crows may have perched next to my eyes

But I’m in a good place this time