retrospect

searching for some meaning in the simple things i do
concentrating heavily on what i say to you
fearing that i might reject a way to find a clue
to satisfy what i am looking for

spent many years confused, mixed up, and criticized and jeered
while some of this would bother me most fell on deafened ears
rejection comes with living, and i’ve had too many years
and not much now can make my ego sore

i've now found comfort with myself, and others can be damned
spent much too many hours trying to meet all their demands
but really, where’s the benefit, i’ve done all that i can
and learned that no one really even cares