23

[allthewayin]

I have found 23
Through the alleys and the streets
Through the rain and cold concrete
I hear the sound of symphony

An apple to me, an orange to you
But yet I hold a grudge
Your best was not enough
But who am I to judge

Young in age, but angry in soul
When did I choose to grow so cold
Dark pages in a darker book
You'll find rage, dare you look

Shame in something I let slip
But you cannot hold what you don't grip
Now naked I stand, no less of a man
Proud to show who I am

Push through pain in order to grow
To never try is to never know
Now I look up instead of down
Naked and fearless I will not be bound

I see the potential of this life
I will face my inner strife
I have found 23
Or maybe it is 23 that has found me

 

[New]

I can relate to this well. The synchronous events in my life seem like madness to others.

 

[allthewayin]

Awesome, I'm glad someone who knows the significance of the number 23 was able to read this. Although it is also my age, it is not what the piece is about.