how does he stand so tall
through all the things he faces
and all that he has faced?

they make you stronger
and the scars become your armor.

ooh ooh ooh
   i've  got brain problems
over and over again
   i walk forward

and follow the self
   of the bear
and the dog
   going forward

many years i was
   where i am now
oh what a manifest destiny
   i dream of it all

do not worry
   no problem here
name me a loner
   a wildman

I’ve been stuck
In a cycle
Of-
‘I don’t know’

How does one
Find, the-
‘Know’?

But I don’t know
Why I do
Half the things
I do

Do you?

Like a one-trick-pony
It’s the only words
I know

Looking back,
I just wish you left me...
A little bit sooner.

At least soon enough..
So I was less like you.

an onion
the more in deep I peel
back the layers the more
I weep as sap on the tree

You’re like
a porcupine
the more I touch you
the more I’m poked
by the spines that line
the stuff covered up
in smiles and dust

You're like
the boards
on my deck
you splinter
in the coldest winter
leaving me stuck
as a hunted down duck

You're like
the trees in autumn
you bloom golden and crimson
having me imprisoned
with the bouquet
only to blow away
and then leave me barren
as a miscarriage