Written by Robin Temple
I held a wake for stupid me.
For all the things I could not see.
Now those things won't let me be.
I used to think that I was free.
I had a funeral...in my mind.
For buried things I've left behind.
There's now room for more I find.
The service was so poorly timed.
I held a wake for the old me.
She wasn't who she was meant to be.
Her demise has set me free.
She was the door, I am the key.