
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born and raised in Missouri and now live (very, very) close to Atlanta. With the exception of college, I have spent my entire life in the South.
When Someone Opens a Door (Be Prepared to Walk Through)
That step All I had to do was take that last step The step that would lead me back to you You gave me the encouragement You gave me the strength You gave me the opportunity All I needed to do was take all you offered That day I could do anything Anything in the world And I wouldn’t fail All I had to do Was what you wanted me to do What I didn’t do That plan No one would even know No one would get hurt I knew how to make the money disappear I knew how to deflect suspicion I knew how to act innocent One final step to make all the problems just go away That morning You had a bad feeling But the unpaid bills on the table made me feel worse I gave you a “until we meet again” kiss You felt cold Softly, you said you were cold Too soft to hear over the car’s ignition as I drove away That turn Into the parking lot I could have kept going I was at my Rubicon I remembered your words I had the all the ability to heed them I made the choice otherwise That gun Feeling heavier than ever Dissolving my resolve Making me think at speeds I am not accustomed Slowing the actions of others Taking longer than necessary Permitting him to trip the alarm That time All of that time Wasted Hours watching the police move closer Hours watching the store owner bleed His breath is as now as short as mine Both of us have only moments That phone Ringing for too long This time it was you Crying, screaming, you wanted me to give up The door now opens The light at the end of the tunnel is visible It is a long way away, maybe 20 years, but it is visible That time Between opportunity and choice Between providence and deliverance Nestled among the stories of others in similar situations Of others of similar fates The light is growing dimmer and the door is now closing And all I have to do is step Before it is too late