Preferences are vital To survival Liking a person for who They are Is more important than Liking someone For what they do California at times Can be a swap meet, A compilation disc In which somehow Complete opposites Are supposed to spin As one But when it comes Down to it- It doesnt work You search for the Outskirts To lose within A friend must be More Than a recycling Bin You cant recycle The wind And say youre open When youre cut off From all thats happened Your life is all one And it must come With you, from you Id be happier knowing The truth Of all youve been through, The ins and outs, Id be happier if you didnt Restrict Your true nature from Coming out your mouth Maybe we all build a house Out of aluminum And realize that it just doesnt Breathe Cant really live with the disgust That runs through us, Cant live off you either, Eventually one of us Will turn our backs Sometimes one has to soul search Regardless of how it effects the other Maybe they feel that since It started with us That it has to end with us Maybe sometimes it gets Hard to speak, To confront, Maybe I should be ashamed Knowing everything Was here and yet I drove away Teaching myself How to stay put, Only jumping like A kangaroo Through the outback I cant remember The last time I tasted normal Or decent, Everyones a bit Overworked, A little hurt that Promises Can be broken, Not easy feeling Who we really Are, To let them go, To know that Youre alone But never alone Ive grown pretty Sour On rancid thoughts So I figured Id lift the lid on the Submarine Before I lose it all To an empty dream One I dont really Believe Or want to see When I go To sleep at night I have to know me Better Than these virals That spiral Through the web Had to work myself Into, Re-write, Had to reach A certain point Every time I set Myself down It gets harder To remember Where I left off Lost in all the Dramatic thoughts Impossible to find The root To the things that We do And every time We break through We act as though Were saved Until another wave Hits again Searching for a piece Of wood Good enough to help Swim If I take things too hard, Too far, Theyll compromise The integrity Of who I am, Dont really have any Tricks- All I can do is be good At what I do And everything will come to When it wants to, When its ready, When people can feel Inside, Cant die for this, Can only live through, But thats only limited Time, Life is so short But you can Distort it to make It work- Still hurt all the while If I cant smile, If she cant smile Well file ourselves Down, I cant think anymore, Thinking Makes me poor, People can maneuver All day, Take everything away, But you dont have to Feel it, You shouldnt have to Feel it, Those are their choices We will die comfortably Knowing we didnt Sacrifice our inner-voices, A reason for everything, A feeling for everything But the drive stays Focused On keeping you alive Hard to talk to everyone At the same time And still get a rise, Difficult to sacrifice pride For the whole, Though it feels good not To have to tow-excess Where is the spirit? Where is the funk? Why do wheels get All gunked up? If I can taste my lunch Then I know Progress has been made But when the balloons are Flying high Losing track of all the insects Drank In a glass of lemonade Keep your eyes on the Ball, Swing over the plate, Even When the ball lands Over the fence You must run straight No way to evade The game Of Baseball Its America baby!
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 00:18:52 +0000
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