With a Pocket Full of Lies and Some Vanilla Skies- Part 1
I must say art isn’t easy
Desperately trying to please everyone
Many of my scattered verses fail to appease me
I’m well versed in pain
I must say heartache and love are one in the same
These scripts will put the rest to shame
The poets are all the kids who try to fake it
We take it all to heart
Heart ache is where we got our start
Smartly I arranged my words
Just another fencing battle without swords
Just another one of my songs with out chords
Always exotic with a melodic sense of belonging
I can be calming or I could be bombing the last little hopes
I can play it cool
Play the fool
I can be anything within a few simple phrases
This still amazes me
I can see the world when there is nothing to see
I can paint a picture of how everything should be
And I search high low way below
Sometimes slow always fast
Few will know
When I pass and I will go
Like the wayward winds flow
Taken on a prayer
A shot through the dark into the shadows gone like thin air
And I’ll be nowhere and everywhere
But baby when you need me I’ll be there
This is a realization there is no easy way out
Yes I know not what life is about
And this grout in this bathroom tile holds me glued for a little while
Before this porcelain throne I stand trial
“So kid how do you manage to defile yourself so well”
Please do tell the mirror beckons
I guess I reckon that I like to forget for a fleeting second
And I hold no fear in meeting an end
I’m dying to be greeting this long time friend
So bring me that end
Send me to that horizon
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