Boyhood Blues
I write and I sing at the top of my lungs
for so many years I lost count of the beginning.
I danced in the dark on the tips of my toes
dipped my mind in puddles of gold
opened my eyes to the heart of earths soul.
I keep building on myself like time has no end.
Sparked with new motivations and models
I’m ready in a second to throw my things and upend.
Goals and plans that never come true don’t bother me.
I wont die with my words stuck in my head.
I sit with my pen and it becomes my best friend
like my good pal Liam, and my cheery old Doug.
The older i get the more i can see:
not everyone knows what true love is
and not many people are on this plane to know,
but as I start to find out, I take my world with me.
No matter how hard I try to forget, I know I contain
every bit of lie that i have ever told
every bit of anger that i have ever needed to unload
every bit of light that a candle can hold
every idol that i carry with me, even the ones not made of gold
every dream that i had will someday come true.
From religion to sport, music to art
I’ve had my share of fascination and I’ve seen friends make mistakes
mistakes i wont make, mistakes i can fix.
I’m always changing but you wont know my song
until I’ve been singing for 200 years.
I’m so far from home but its all in my head.
I’m a visitor where I go until I peek within my body, mind, and soul
When my kids make a objection
I’ll be sure to listen and turn it to action.
I wouldn’t wish it any other way
because your faults make my strengths.
The cycles of life will be broken
with deep dedication and natural medication.
I’m on a long road and it’s time I find out
what else this world has hidden since I was a boy.
