A Letter To Charles

Explain to me Charles, the reason for my melancholy
Tell me why I have to be this way
Tell me why I’m better off on my own
And why learning to love didn’t change me none
A good thing comes along
And I push it away
Then bitch & moan, begging them to stay

Clarify for me Charles, the ways in which this helped me
Were you only happy when you struggled?
When you didn’t know from day to day
If anything at all would change, would get better?
When your heart ached, but your pen flew across paper?
When you took another sip from the bottle
But rested well knowing you were fighting the good fight?

Enlighten me Charles, about the day you questioned God.
I heard you asked Him yourself to give you answers.
And He replied only to say, “Fight the good fight my son”
So you did, but only you could truly judge its outcome
I asked God if that would save me too
If all I had to do was fight the good fight
But He never responded

But please, tell me Charles, was it worth it?
What is the legacy you have become?
Were those days listening to Beethoven
And looking at birds on power lines
Really as powerful as the days you fought those bartenders
In protest of how empty your nights had become?