I once thought that people were easy to please, I had intact a naivety, but now I see that people are even easier to please, and that my naivety is in fact a wisdom, and that wisdom is weightless, it dismisses everything and accepts love into its heart, and cradles it there, like a bear with its cub, yes, its a sweet thing

I once thought that I wasn’t capable of much anything, and I still think that sometimes, but then I remind myself that there are doers and don’ts, and the doers do while the don’ts talk about what the doers are doin, and thats just a cycle of productivity, and somewhere in the center is an easy rider, a guy on his motorcycle, with his hair blowing in the wind

in a world where you share everything
is everything possible
or is none possible?
depends on who you ask
but people have their ways of making the decisions
whatever the outcome may be
they like to make their little posts
in a neat little package
posted for the world to take a look at
yeah, thats nice that
trick
and then they expect the masses to follow along
its a fun game and I like it
wherever your soundtrack may be headed
I encourage it
but I
seem to have heard one piece of advice
that was heard
in a dormatory room
I read it in a philosophy book
to find your citadel
away from everyone
where you can be your own ruler
and I think that I have that engrained
in my system

and boy
does it allow me
to see things
differently
from a calm place
things are real nice
from the place of jack johnson strums
on a beach somewhere
you remove yourself from it
and it goes like that
for a little while
and I’ll take it on, and I’ll continue like
that

I’m filled with pause with pleasure with sigh, sigh sigh, knowing

maybe nothing that will ever be cared about
maybe one little sliver somewhere that was created accidentally

misspelled misspellings

and the man said
in the deepest of voices
in the deepest of dismay
he asked me to keep looking for something
you haven’t found it quite yet, kid
but keep looking
its one hell of a
ride

Once a cutter.
Always a cutter.
As sad as it is to say...once you make that first cut you will always miss it.
You will miss the feelings it gives you as it gets wine red or the feeling of relief that washes over you because you feel alive again
But feeling alive was killing you at the same time
Once a cutter always a cutter