So maybe it's cliche: a poem

so maybe it’s cliche.
maybe it’s grand design. 
maybe there are a lot of things 
that don’t make sense any
way they’re sliced.
maybe I won’t know it now,

But maybe I’ll know it then.
That standing by yourself
content, is better than 
standing next to a questionable him.
I know that for a fact right now,
even though I don’t want to 
face it. I just roll the windows down,
enjoy my freedom, and make 
sure not to abuse it.

Because I’ve been a sinner
and a saint, but I but confess:
the best times of all I was
just enjoying life, but I digress.
Now I’m just going to
keep on keeping on. My life is not
a game of chess. 

I should not be anyone’s pawn.
I don’t need to be, I don’t want to be,
I’ve learned as life’s gone on. 
I thought I did in not so many words,
but as it turns out I’ve proven myself wrong.

So here’s to being a free-spirit
to any matter life throws my way.
I’ll catch and I’ll toss it back, 
and weave my path just
for my living today.