Finding Myself

I wasn't expecting to write that letter today
It just came out and I said what I had to say
I wasn't expecting to write that letter today
It just came out and I said what I had to say

A broken dream or maybe a promise not kept
Or an unfulfilled expectation
A disappointing matter that we can't discuss
I didn't expect to write that letter today

Pent up feelings once afraid to express
Couldn't even say what weather I like
Doing anything just to be liked
I didn't expect to write that letter today

There were many things wonderful
And ways that my heart was opened
Opened to new ways of thinking, talking, loving
New ways of looking at life

But frightened and foolhardy beliefs
A bevy of encumbered emotions
A diuretic sensation leaching creation
And gone was the muse of life

I didn't expect to write that letter today
It just happened
I took the time to write that letter today
I took the time to find myself