This Path I Walk Before Me

I understood, The moment I opened my mouth... You'd become upset, By what was said that came out. Premeditating impressions expressed, Is not what my life is about. Nor I am not here to protect, You from the wilderness met. Or will I carry your baggage... On my back to ease your steps. This path I walk before me... Has no guarantee. The unknown ahead... Isn't easier to see. Or allows me to breathe, With more freedom to comfort... Your insecurities. What I am living is not a rehearsal. For a performance that seeks your endorsement. Or block from your ears, A reality faced you can not bear to endear. Nothing done that I do is on a practice run!