Discovering Me Beneath The Recovery

Not asking for what you ought;
Asking for that which you should not..

Since when is asking, asking a lot?

It all boils down to the melting pot,
If not the pot then those who stir it a lot
Are they cooks or crooks
Cannot both be collateral damage?
Or a bushel of raisons;
Cows free to roam; grazing

If I could, I'd let the world free;
Loose of all burdens of brazen

Maybe I'm the one thats crazy..
Even after all I've been & seen,
I still somewhere deep in between
Think there is hope on the horizon 

As long as there are still resources to survive on,
There will be supplementary minds on

Bygone be it best be bygone,
If I'm not right on

I often wonder if I was ever one that could be relied on..

If I'm not just me, only with wiser lights on to see 
I hope recovery is recovery, 
& this is me in recovery;
I hope that even I have yet to see me,
To meet at the point of my very own destiny

I know I must let many things be..
As they are, not as I are,
But I can be let be, or I can be better;
I can be let free

I am capable of thee,
I just have to say one two & three
Give it my best shot once,
& tap dance along the map with a fighting chance