I’ve always been a writer, not always a sharer

Here I go
One foot in front of the next
It’s as easy as that
Each step takes me closer
To never going back
Another chip off the old block
Innocence is lost on me again
I’m on my own
As I’ve always been
So here I go
Why the hell not?
There are no better offers
And no one is saving my spot
I never saw myself here
But I’m afraid there’s no where left to look
I will put down my pen
I will wait for you to pick it up
And though my pages for now may be empty,
I will forever remain
An open book