Growing up

Every now and then the wind brings a sign
It usually sends a signal telling me to step out of line
I don't always listen but I'll admit its hard to resist
My body grows tense while I fight the urge to clinch my fist
Sometimes its more, sometimes its less
And most of the time I wake up to some kind of mess
I doubt anyone could fathom how grateful I am for my conscience and how it keeps me incurious
These days I find myself righting my wrongs to ensure I don't end up like Mr. Vicious
No longer do I need to live this life stained with guilt or uncomfortably
The wounds have healed so I can finally work on defining the word me
The selection has become greatness over corruption for my own sake
I want to be at peace when the levees break