The burden of reality starts to set in
You start to realize what this has been
You pull the mask off of this fake conciseness

And start to tip toe through this murky **** show
Shadows on the wall start to take shape
Your paranoid agenda starts to shift

Taking aim at all of your bad memories
I wish that I could pick your mind
To see which one of them is of me.

So let go

Cursing the past in whispers and screams
Blaming others instead of  taking the blame
Your sky is getting grey
The sun has gone away
Your finding it gets darker everyday

You pick and analyze
Judge and repeat
Curse and belittle
Your anger is burrowing  deep
I wish you only peace

So let go

Imagine the possibility
Of living life as if it were a dream
And being at peace like it came easily
Dancing through life like you see on tv
No anger or sadness just being happy.
The temptations are real
And so is this life
I hope your realize sooner than not.

So let go

I am someone’s son
But know I am more
We are from somewhere and someone.
A life from another
A passing of a torch
A gift from above or something of the sort

You are someone’s daughter
You belong to her
Untill your grown and gone
And she’s left all alone

Some of us never knew our  fathers
Some  of us wish we did
But it doesn’t matter
Maybe it never did.

I am someone’s son
I am someone’s torch
I am am someone’s reason to carry forth
And we go on.

My coworker called me a ******* today.
It hurt, but I guess that’s ok.

I’ll carry it with me like I do most things, on most days.

On my way home from work, with the sun glaring in my eyes, the red light stared me down.
A nagging thought followed me back to my town.

I’m not a ******* I thought.

Back at the place where I lay my head.
My dinner sits cold on the table.
My mind spinning with a single, torturous thought.

I am not a *******.

The night comes, as it always does.
The sun hides away, while the moon comes out to play.

As I sit in the dark, focused on the infinite darkness.
I can’t help but think.

I am not a *******.