I Wouldn’t Mind It

There’s come a time in my life where I feel like I’ve had all the boxes checked in what should make me happy.

If you write it all down on paper, it should be enough to make anybody want to kill to take my place.

Shoot, when I write it down on paper, I can’t seem to figure out what the hell could be missing. There shouldn’t be anything else that’s required. I should never be allowed to frown.

Do you ever have those times where you think back and figure out that you’ve been living the life that you were supposed to live? Hold on with me for just a second because you might be wondering what other life we have to live. What about the life we WANT to live, instead? Is it possible I overlooked that and thought they were the same for much too long?

I don’t know; I still don’t know if I’m honest.

With all the good you added, I should’ve let you be the one to ruin everything I built. I wouldn’t have minded you being the person to take down every carefully placed brick I took years on stacking up.

All I know is that I wouldn’t have minded having you be the one to ruin it all.