Picture Me

picture me
in a different frame
a man i could’ve been
a man i should’ve been
coulda, woulda, shoulda
what sort of man will i be

picture me
on my deathbed
were my last words well said
have i found God
has my insatiable greed left me
have my kids, my wife

picture me
taking after my father and friends
locked in a penn again
I know a few men who’ve
never seen a cell
and never been free

picture me
if i didn’t follow my dreams
if i paid more attention
if i started yesterday
if i stopped caring, daring
how about we stop glaring?

picture me
right now, writing this piece
in hopes of finding some peace
am i 20 worried about the wrong things
what even are the right things
maybe ill find out if i write things.