My mind is occupied

I try to relive some memories, but they slowly die

My breath is tied because my mind is not currently wide

I’ve tried, I’ve cried

I’ve experienced both sides

Sometimes I ride, sometimes I slide, sometimes I dive, it doesn’t matter how I get there if my memories are fried

Sometimes I confront it, other times I must hide

I take pride in saying I don’t need to lie to get what I want

Some days I am satisfied of how far I’ve come, other days I am terrified

Glorified, qualified

So many different sides

It’s not about picking a side, I must put the differences aside because all those sides make me who I am

But I’ll excel when my mind and my soul synchronize