Hickory dickory dock
Our phones are now our clocks
Digital has won
Analog's died out
Hickory dickory dock

You would think that judging by my demeanor that life was fit, a bit pop, bubbly, all is good, feel good, real good, rainbow, gum drop, sunny side up, clouds never here, lets sit down and enjoy the never fading sunset, cheers.

But no, that's not really me, see, I struggle just like we all do. I fight just like we all do. I cry, I bleed and I try just like we all do. I travel down the beaten path often with the same people who assume I segway my way through life. No, I wish but i don't. I trip some times like you don't. I've been hung up to dry. I've let me tears fly. I've screamed at the top of my lungs **** LIFE like the rest do. Off the top of these concrete mountains but I'm careful not to fall off like some do. I've walked with a limp, asked for change for a change while I wait for my check just like some do. I look happy not because I want to hide, to put up a front and sell my good pickings. I have no shame in who I am and how I came about. I have no shame in the ladder I'm climbing or the shoes that I wear though when it comes to the latter it's not really a choice, I swear. I'm not a liar or a fake what you see is what you get.

I'm up front and what I said is what I meant, I'm up front. I dwell but I don't set up camp that's why im happy. I dislike but I don't hate that's why I'm happy. I sulk but I keep my back straight that's why I'm happy. I examine but I put the magnifying glass away that's why I'm happy. I'm happy but I'm not ignorant I know my place. I'm happy because life is amazing just look around. I'm happy because of the things we have. Check out this site, look what I found. You don't have to go far to find something amazing in this world. Just open your eyes. This is why I'm happy.

As I walk the path of the forgotten
stripped of all but dignity.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone;
these are the trials we all must face.

Stripped of all but dignity
I shall not bow my head in shame.
These are the trials we all must face.
But, do I walk this path alone?

I shall not bow my head in shame.
The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
But, do I walk this path alone?
There is no shadow by my side.

The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone.
There is no shadow by my side.
As I walk the path of the forgotten.

They say love is ever lasting.
That it sweeps you off your feet.
That it gives you butterflies
And it makes it hard to sleep.

They say love is a drug.
That it's addicting when it hits.
That it makes it hard to be without.
That you'll never truly quit.

I find that to be quite the opposite;
Except the part about the drug.
I only say this because...
Because i have been in love.

Love is a fairy tale with its ending still intact.
Not the happy every after,
But the part that's after that.

It's the part with all the problems.
With the lying and forgetting.
With the last minute birthday gifts.
With the arguing and yelling.

It's the part with the silent treatment.
And with sleeping separated.
And the texts that went unanswered.
And questioning if the spark has truly faded.

No, love isn't everlasting,
But it's a feeling you remember.
And even if the love dies down,
It never dies out but becomes an ember.

The year began with promises
Spilled over from the year that past.
Celebrating a passing checkpoint;
Ignorant of the bridge's collapse.
Too late to change and too late to stop
I dove in and I dove fast.
It was stupid to think that
Something like that would really last.

Left beaten and defeated
I tried to continue.
I tried to push but couldn't do.
I dragged on with a spirit diminished.
Thinking back that, had I looked,
Had I looked I could've finished.
And things would be different
I'd be the better instead of the finished.

The rest of the year was no better.
I hung my head low, not exactly in shame
To try and find peace with what had remained.
And retreated to my own mind
To collect what'd been left behind.
While maintaining a facade
Of the one who's unshaken;
Always joking about ****, ****, and baby makin'.

We all have our lows,
And we all have our highs,
And memories we cherish,
And those we despise.
But despite what has happened,
In the year of 2014,
I grew from my struggles.
Even if I struggled to know what that means.