Fly

I don't owe you an explanation ,I have no apology speech prepared I raised you I did not enslave you now its time for you to move on stop blaming me for your shortcomings your laziness your addictive behaviors I did not invent these things they have existed since the beginning of time since the inception of mankind leave me be , we'll set a date for chirstmas but not until then for christ sakes be brave and free go be your own person its not desertion its just reality the natural way it has to be,at christmas I'll see how you've grown since you'll have a new appreciation for certain things and the certain hardships they may bring,till then I will see you then...

Go ahead put me down boast your arrogance brag of your lack of imagination your so proud to have followed the crowd and ended up exactly where everybody else did at that same old celebration,good for you you simple minded clown,eat your cake too, honey it was baked especially for you,your a hero,you have your serial number and you will fit in the slot that is waiting vacant with your number on it,there you will stay till we are quite through with you then we will turn our back and walk away,again congraduations...

Mountains?Yes I've climbed mountains,Rivers?Yes I've crossed a few,was It worth it?Maybe ?Never quite sure,maybe I'll know in the end,no wait ,I won't,I'll be dead,so I guess the answer is no...

What is it now 15 years since I was three , now it all comes to an end just like they said

Waiting still waiting to win that lottery,still waiting for mr or mrs right to come into your life still waiting for that raise promotion at least a pat on the back or the ass still waiting to be justified still waiting for you to understand what im talking about ,or going through or figuring out missing you still waiting for peace and a cure for my disease global warming a thank you and an apology an astrological bliss maybe a goodbye kiss ,a eulogy that justifies me an the just me,not every tom dick and harry that you think is me because your an idiot,I'm still waiting for something free my piece of pie my reason why I get up in the morning and make it through the day still waiting for a slap you know I need one a hug they cost nothing a shoulder rub yes its my turn scratch my back looking back its attention I require its attention I lack all the attention I gave you made me a little selfish and greedy I have a soul too just like you and your just too a little needy,you don;t need me and I'm ready willing and yes waiting and waiting still waiting...

Im shaking this is ridiculous maybe im just faking it I've seen this play so many times before but this time the star forgets her lines she rehearsed maybe too many times and just lies quietly on the floor the curtains remain open the audience awaits hushed assuming the best is yet to come she took this time to rest,think of new lines finally caught her breath the script was boring anyway she rose to her feet and in her own words she began to speak and realized how much she had to say she rambled a bit but the audience was buying it and just then truly believed everything was going to be ok she was healthy she still felt good this was not the evening news,she knows she still could not just move on not begin anew but continue to grow strong that will get her through this yet another small setback that in reality is no more than a crack in the sidewalk of life,step on it, jump over it laugh at it get over it,if she keeps walking along it will fade far behind her but she mustn't look back it will just distract from the next pebble to go around a bit of rubble that she has found just made the trip worthy sometimes just  stop for awhile and  take a rest then just smile and then move along....

Had too

Down and blue not now or ever when I have you,there have been others in my life,but I always come back to you,store brands and plain Janes,I seen the smear campaigns to bad mouth your name,but the best must expect this rivalry this verbal abuse,the jealous lovers and the wanna be"s,organic bunnies sad but funny,similar box, dimensionally correct sales pitches have no effect the truth always comes out,all the children shout out of the mouth of babes comes the absolute truth,kraft the creator always the maintainer of quality standards that all others envy and notice,the truth remains true,when your over stressed and want to put one worry to rest and your mind at ease,think of course of the king of comfort food the best mac and cheese houses of cards will tumble but the real deal comes in the box of blue...

It was never you

"Fast cars, shooting stars" cheap woman and cheaper cigars,now I'm the king of dive Irish bars,it didn't start out this way,I was once god fearing like most, father son and that sneaky ghost,but like the rest, my life changed,,to many curve balls put me out of the game,I'm not making excuses, I'm not ashamed of the way I turned out,door to door and store to store to store up on alcohol,yes eyes to the ground,waiting for y'all but you never did call,alone watching t.v.,you never came back for me,slowly then my life changed,I see your picture on line but its just not the same,your good looks were just a coincidence,I never held it against you,I never had bad intent still do not ,I'm not a malcontent not hell bent on looking back,the present is where I'm at, riding in fast cars sitting still in lonely bars remembering the way we were not the way we are...

My status is too long,want to see it?

It was such a long time ago,we were young you just a wee bit younger than me,chemical controlled emotions,long since balanced and faded,but i did not think that you would deny or forget I know its small don't you remember it was not a big deal or perhaps I misunderstood your intentions I was to subtle and you still too free, sometimes I make mistakes I'm sorry I can not change what is me,you I will always remember but today you saw me and looked the other way so long ,good day...

I didn't look back cause I didn't need that vision to attack my psyche from now on I'm not that strong or have no interest of living so long that it will fade or blend into an emotional scar from when I deserted a friend never make an end another beginning ...

Where do i fit in whens my turn to feel the grin go on my face still searching for my place in the food chain on the speeding train to help me to lose my mind send this text to myself so i can read it, when i give a shit what to do or who to thank who when I finnally do
what to do or who to thank wh(1/2) I dont wear jeans i wear dungarees dont eat scalups eat prefer them scallops ya i got issues to and ya i might blame you sometimes you
(2/3) a city near the coast of joy which stop should I get off what happens when im lost cause i aint been to happy town before wont be sure
o when I finnally do /...Not a spectacle yet still a fool

I fell down i reached my hand to you to help me up you did not see it you walked on past i couldnt believe it was what i was feeling

just amplified i retreived my hand i swallowed my pride i hoped and wished to release and share with you these demons inside dont try

to read into this its no longer important to me again i can breath but slowly without consant rythym i will recover on my own again

solo not alone again the past is the past some memories in my grasp thats what i have to hold on to,steady myself get to my feet and straight on down the road