Snake Skin

Tuned out, imposing, running in place

No longer your time - I quit your race

My standards set so low and you sigh relief

As your ego grows from years of my grief

From the start you took up too much space

Tuned out, imposing, running in place

No longer your time - I see your face

An outcome is almost here

I take the seat and I learn how to steer

Vision meets voice - feel no fear

When before I was too scared to make you hear

Only difference, took me a while to see it clear