And amidst the chaos they’ll never realize the beauty they are swimming in.
It’ll never feel as fresh than when you first dove in.
And I hate to say it but you’re so close yet so far away.
I’m a minute too late but a phone call away.
Now it’s my hands tied behind my back.
But they’re still your eyes that are too heavy to see.
Closed from an overdose of water and a lack of sleep.
“Thank you,” you’ll say.
You’ve now realized the beauty you were swimming in.
I hear all that smoke makes you break, out.
Is that why you’re letting your roots grow out?
And those nails don’t look so good anymore.
Do they to you?
Oh, man. I am in tears for you as I can see your eyes on the verge of bleeding.
It must be hard to smile under all the turmoil.
Then again, it’s probably easier to smile than to cry.
You better put it away son.
What?
The piano.
Why?
Just put ’em away son.
What?
The keys to the piano.
My hands?
The sounds that make you sensational.
Oh, but I’m feeling inspirational!.. and no one can hear me.
It’s dark outside.
So take me inside and underground.
Show me something new.
The world’s full of the riches that we are all fighting for.
I can’t wait to see them.
Show me the underground lights.
I have never been.
Take my hand and show me something I’ve never seen.
Warm me up in this cold bed,
But keep the table lamp on.
I want to see your face in the pale light reflected on the wall.
I believe it was the twelfth night when I did it again.
I swung the door open, but didn’t let you in.
And I looked you in the eye
and said, “This is how I feel.”
You said you wouldn’t cry
But you began to appeal the very first emotions that you carried towards me.
You must’ve thought if I was this unsure then why shouldn’t you be?
But I never let my heart speak.
My head did all the talking.
And if you’ve ever known me for longer than a day you know that my heart’s the leader of the pack.
And that my head roams somewhere lonely in the back.
I’ve invented this doubt that’s now lodged in your head.
And I want to get it out because on my part it’s dead.
Mr. Simple has complicated life.
All in trying to show you me.
But you’ve got the wrong idea.
I promise you do.
I don’t think you’re scared of all you’ve said you are.
I think your scared that you could possibly give someone your heart and that every twelfth night they’ll give it right back.
But I know what I want.
And I find it in you.
I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel something too.
And from 1491 it must have always been instilled
In the minds of the afraid, the no answered, the unchanged.
So let’s shut down the culture!
It’s as easy as I say.
Let’s demand the books they read
But never turn the page.
I don’t even know what day it is.
Weekend doesn’t carry much meaning within.
Structure is overrated. Formalities are ugly.
How dare me talk back to you.
So write some rules that banish us to our bedrooms.
And have us salute to each other because somehow a wave just won’t do.
Let’s tell them everything you’re afraid of is sin.
Because what you don’t know should never be happening, be explored.
Questions about where we go when we die.
.?.?.?.
Does it really matter where you go when you die?
…If you lived here 80 some odd years and did nothing in life?
But did you ever really live?
You know, walked out of your front door onto the edge of a cliff?
…That was covered in the grass from your front lawn?
…The grass that you just couldn’t dare step on?
Pass some laws.
That’ll make you feel better.
But who’s gonna stop me?
From joining the rebellion?
We’ll sneak through our windows to find truth, to bloom.
Ignore these words of fine teaching and liberation
And set them on fire in some sort of celebration for ending the disease.
Set them on fire so that no one in their right mind could ever aspire to be more than what you wanted them to be.
Hell, more than you could ever think of.
Take these ideas and say, “That’ll be the day.”
That’ll be the day.
And never admit that it’s you with the problem.
Blame all the others for not being one of yours.
But you have no color.
You bleed in black and white.
But there is one thing you have right.
I am not one of yours.
And I never will be.
For red is what I bleed.
I can breathe.
I am free.
You see, there is nothing wrong with the way it was.
There’s something wrong for stopping the way it may be.
Take a bite of this apple and open your mind.
And proclaim that beauty is never found in black and white.
Explore.Communicate.Question.Observe.Create.Love.Color.Beauty
I have these routines.
Break them.
Thoughts of the way it’s supposed to be.
Break them.
A simple utopian complication.
Break it.
Ideas of pleasure from structure.
End it.
For every rose blooms differently.
Not one the same.
Anyone has a different story.
Adjustments must be made.
One can never believe 2 roses take the same amount of water.
How foolish.
And I will be the first to say I ruined any normalcy.
I am not hiding.
I just feel my words are deafening.
They carry little meaning on the the other side.
And don’t you think I’d tell you if I knew?
You really don’t understand.
But that makes two of us.
Am I too far gone?
Or too far up ahead?
You must wonder where the road turned.
When did I get so fast?
I’m sorry you’re forced to peek through the hole in the fence.
I’d tear it down if it didn’t stand so tall.
It’s tough for me to spread my attention among this sea of people while trying to stare down one.
With your hands tied behind your back you can only move your eyes.
But even they hurt to see.
For they have no drain or sleep.
And I know it hurts to watch the rock atop the mountain tumble while you watch from a distance.
Praying for its submission to the weaker rocks below.
There’s nothing to be said.
Just a silence among them.
And at times a squeak may be too loud.
And I love my words but for the first time I am without them.
Yes, even a squeak just seems too loud.
I can open my mouth only to find it dry.
I can open my eyes only to see terrified.
The starters of the chain reaching the end of theirs.
But many years have past. Times of hard work and endless laughs.
And at the end of the day that’s all that mattered.
I am the hinge in between this see-saw.
And both of you sit on my hands.
The ones that push you back up.
But this time around the see-saw lays flat.
Both sides inches from ground.
But when you hop back on once more I will rocket you into the sky.
And sweetie, this see-saw will fly.
I feel smaller than you will ever know.
For I can not live up to my own tragedies.
And I’m more than just guilty of falling over.
There have been numerous ties but few lead changes.
And now you’re so pre-conceived.
I am not like the others.
But planes don’t fly backwards.
And I’ve cut down the wrong tree.
And now we’re both struggling to breathe.
But I’m just too afraid to end up on that list.
And reassurance goes to waste.
Sometimes the reassurance comes from within.
At certain times that is the only way to know that you’re not unhinged.
Unlike the rest of them.
And I don’t have a molecule left in me to give to you.
But what do you do with the puppy you find but know you can’t keep?
It’s something more than you could ever feel.
But I know that you do.
I picked you up off the floor only to let you fall once more.
Let me take this disgust. I’ll keep it around me.
I’ll keep it like treasure.
It’s the only way I know it will never reach you again.
Have you ever loved something so much that you didn’t want to just give it every single thing you could ever give?
And anything less wouldn’t be fair or enough or worthy?
Oh! You’ve taken this one too far.
No one’s laughing anymore.
I had you hop in the wrong rollercoaster line.
This one shakes and rattles.
This time you’ve taken this too far.
I should’ve left you in line until I was done on this journey.
I’d freeze you if I could. But that isn’t real.
Unacceptable.
Never doubt the love but doubt the doubts.
Some things you could never understand.
I love you more than you’ll ever know.
This me just isn’t the me I’d like you to see.
You’re like ivory.silver.pearl.rose.sand.water.air.light.love