I know exactly what's expected of me;
A life filled with success.
What I want won't always follow the predestined path.
What I seek is happiness,
Which tends to follow its own road.
So I'll skip, not march
To the beat of my own drum.
I'll open my ears while the hummingbirds hum,
As the butterflies flutter,
And the bees fail to sting.
I'll open my mouth and proceed to sing
These truthful songs of freedom.
The words will make-believe
A land still filled with wonder-
Like a calm midsummer's eve.
I watch the water shudder
While mosquitoes skim the surface.
As I look to nature,
I see that everything is perfect.
I follow my own guidance
In the ways that bring me peace;
I have learned to step away
From those people filled with grief.
I know just what I need;
I could care less what others think.
As my mind surges open,
Rhythms of the universe speak softly to me-
Reminding me, constantly,
That anything is all I need to be.

My jeans are tearin' at the seams,
Ain't got a buck to buy 'em new.
Guess I'll have to patch 'em up
For another year's wear and tear.
That's how we all live on;
Mending and tending old wounds.
Somehow, we all get on;
Replacing patches 'til they come undone.

On days when skies are dreary,
I look beyond the gray clouds.
In the back of my closet are those ripped jeans,
Crumpled and worn,
But they feel so right.
They still manage to hold together
While everything else falls apart.

That ***** denim tells a story
Carries all the good times and bad.
Even with the holes and stitches,
They hug me warmly like a glove.
Even in their frayed and tattered disarray,
They have helped me carry on.

Even though those jeans
Don't really look like much,
I know that they're invincible.
Those jeans are like a reflection
Of the meanders in the river of my being.
Those jeans seem to be all I need.