One day one way,
Next day I'm someone else and the old me is gone.
Like clockwork when I wake up I am someone else.
Some say it isn't me,
I say I am never me anyway.
As time passes I know less and less about me,
While I am getting lost in myself I know more and more ways to lose myself.
Unknowingly I miss myself the way I was.
Before I lost my own way through the back of my hands,
My working hands that never stay the same.
Damaging my hands and changing them for little hope to live in this world.
Never the same, never and forever.

Summer night,
The feeling’s right.
All through to daylight.

The morning’s plain.
All to noon,
When that scent comes back.

The smell of summer’s morning dew.
The smell of bacon.
The smell of Saturdays with mom.

Dad kisses goodbye,
Mom says hi.
And that sweet smell of summer’s morning dew.

All this time,
Spent with you.
And that smell of summer’s morning dew.

The lakeside cabin was as old as history.
The lake itself was ancient.
The cabin was in our family for years.
None of us knows who built it,
all we know is we always have fun there.
Playing in the lake all day,
staying up late telling ghost stories around a campfire.
Many years ago I went back.
I couldn't find it.
Recently I went with my family and it was back.
Maybe it wasn't where I thought it was at first.
Maybe it was never there.
All I know is we had fun.
That's all that mattered,
We had fun.

I am just a boy living in an unrealistic world.
Unrealistic yet the most real thing I could think of,
Full of words that are pictures and pictures are words.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words,
all you need to paint a picture is three.
This is the world I live in,
full of expectations verses reality.
Where the reality is the expectations and the expectations is not reality.
For in this Earth wealth is more and less than status.
Wealth is a gateway to education at it's finest,
while the rest of us learn book to book.
We all live paycheck to paycheck.
Whether we want to admit it we know it's true.
We all live with fears,
but those fears just might come true.

There once was a girl I fell in love. I thought that our love was enough. But low and behold she left me dry and fled into the sky. Hair of silver and wings of gold, at least that is how I'm told. She flew into the sky so bold, even seven fold. We could have been together even now four years later. still no later did I truly fall, did she start to leave my hall. Into the blinding light of day that how she flew away. Hair of silver wings of gold, at least that is how I'm told. She flew into the sky so bold, even seven fold. Her beauty is still untold, diamond eyes and nothing sold. Into the dark of night the moon interrupted her flight with hair of silver and wings of gold, at least that is what I'm told. She flew into the sky so bold, even seven fold. Onward and upward she did go even the clouds did so. In a trail like a bridge, the clouds formed into a ridge. And blocked her path up above they tried. And blocked her path they did. Back down to earth she fell, right into my arms. Oh how I wish to have a girl like that again. Like an fallen angel lost on her way to heaven.

There she stands in all her beauty. Alone, all in her own world. Standing, towering, just out of reach. Everybody knows her. I... I am invisible, nothing compared to her. Still she is my drive either way. My motivation, my push. She is my freedom. She is everything. Her beauty is unmatched in all the land. Nothing has, never will. I am nothing, There she stands in all her beauty, alone.

That feeling you get,
You know the one.
Tingling everywhere and your tongue gets tied.
Only around that one person.

Doesn’t matter where or when,
Be it a good time or bad.

All the want to be with them more,
The longing to feel that feeling again.
So you keep coming back.

Again and again you return.
Never getting enough.

Whoever they are,
Don’t let it slip.
The way you feel,
Hope for lip to lip.

Kisses in the moonlight.
The night, so bright.

The feeling is like flight,
The feeling of love.
The person you feel for,
You hold high above.

And so in the light of day,
Nobody knows why we feel this way.
It’s natural I guess.
As long as it isn’t a mess.