Invisible Ink

People say it’s nice to meet me,
I often wonder why.
I’ve studied my reflections,
I’ve looked me in the eye.
But I still can’t draw conclusions,
I’m still talking out of turn,
now I ask too many questions
about the lessons I won’t learn.
Turns out all my mistakes were forgivable,
and the time I’ve spent lost was the sign.
That all the ink is invisible
if you give it, give it enough time.
Now I think my eyes are open
I take a deeper dive.
When I feel the blues surround me
that’s when I come alive.
When it starts to feel too lonely
when it’s out of my control,
when the world goes oh without me
will I feel it take its toll?
Turns out all my mistakes were forgivable
and the time I spent lost
was a sign…
That all the ink is invisible
if you give it, give it enough time