Are you where you ought to be?

Because to me, its plain to see.

You're shorter than the stick you walk with.

You stood still with thirst
split at the end of a road
preferring to let your feet think first

The roads begin to part
you can see vaguely
the shore swaying softly
the heavens displaying their art

And the other some what twisted round
never quite sure where it may end
if it may, but if it may, bring you back around

But you listen to the sway of the sea
then the beat of your heart
your dreams meet your soul
dis trot you perceive, but still you can not see

Side to side you can't decide this
but such a choice should not exist
unless ignorance is bliss

So that beat of your heart becomes perfected
the thirst begins to merge
and now its seen clearly
will bent and heart forfeited

Dream and soul collide
bringing back your heart twice the size
they march swiftly to where you want to be, no, where you ought to be.

Where is it you've gone I can't follow?

Can't tell you how many times I've been looking for something new.
Something better than this shade of blue I see through.

But you've got me pictured all wrong.
I'm more than just the chipping paint on the brush scraping the canvas.
I guess I'm in no rush to clean up.

Where is it you've gone I can't follow?

If I thought that by being that role in your life I could lift you up on my shoulders high enough to reach the apple of your eye on the tree of dreams you're reaching for, I would.

But I'm too busy digging for gold, and at best I'll bury us both.
At worst I'll dig up the tree and muddy the family well.

So please, when you ask, know I couldn't love you more.

Even after the match is burned up.

The fires it lit still rage on.

Feel the breeze, the sway of the trees

The gentle kiss of the crisp snowflakes

The howl of the cold as it takes hold

The arrows of light keep pouring from the stars
As ours flees from fright of fight

Wolfs sound, the signal is strong and clear

They'll tear me apart, but I'm already torn

No tears are shed, no feeling passes by

I'd cry, but then again why?
If only to die with a sigh.

The law man, he’s a comin.
A comin, ta go on get ya gone.
You better best be, goin.
Go on, get ya gone. Go on, get ya gone.

O he aight no low man,
He’s high high above the law.

Go on, get ya gone, go on get ya gone.
O that law man! He’s a comin,
Ta go on get ya gone.

O hoh, don’t feel so low,
That lowly law man!
Just sees a wild dog.

All my dreams...

Here they are painted on the halls.
The reflections of my life, and I could not be more satisfied.

The dreams they change a new color each day.
The walls they rearrange, doors close each moment.

And windows grow smaller, but I couldn't be taller.

To keep things simple, I'll stay outside of my mind and its overwhelming idealism that consumes everything I touch.
I'll simply dissect my vocabulary and boil my raw possibly misguided passion down for this last straw on my breaking back.

I've always thought how magnificent it would be to reveal everything that’s been drowning in my sea of anger slowly being picked apart by the sharks of alcoholism and other excuses.
But then I remember how much sweeter it is to say nothing every time you call me on the phone to say you’re sorry, and that you love me. Because it took you 20 years to realize you weren't really there, but I'm dam glad about that.
I'm dreaming of when I'm not the black sheep in the family anymore because by then I've turned every drop of sweat, blood, and whatever other ****** fluids there may be into pure gold!

If only to throw it at your feet and buy my ******* pride, dignity, respect, honor, and freedom from you and everything you represent and cram down others’ throats.
But I know I KNOW you won’t accept it... you wouldn't dare offer me that luxury.
So I thought I'd burn it right in front of you.
But the boy in me says no, find a better use or way, there is still a father in him, and the lessons he taught, you were blinded too due to your own stupidity.

He showed you respect, how to keep your spine straight when he spat in your face.
He left you plenty of space to become entirely your own being.
He taught you, that you should never turn down a man’s pure hearted generosity, it’s the easiest way to say *******.
He showed you that no matter how little you talk to someone, they will figure you out by filling in the spaces.
They will come to know a distant reflection of you.

And I watched you, collected finger prints off your unintentional ****** plans for your own soul.
All I can say that I really found out about you was that you were obsessed with a hate for your dead father and blinded by a rage to out due and condemn him in every way you could, even in the way you distanced yourself from your own wife.
I never could figure out why you two got married... was it just another business plan?
You know the sad thing is the men I respect the most in this world look up to you in some way or another.

And after all the silence I still haven't found a way to appropriately **** you off yet.
I am not worthless, I've spent an eternity trying to prove to no one that I'm not, don't you dare look at me that way either... I do it enough myself.
I've unwittingly fallen into the apparent family trap.
I just hope That the oath I swore to the devil and everyone that had more than a handful of conversations with me that I wouldn't...
That when I inevitably fail,  this ends with me.

Song lyrics:
It’s just how things are.
Things keep changing,
Things keep rearranging
I hardly recognize this place.
Or your face.

It’s just how things are, O it’s just how things are
And you see I got my faith in Foxholes.

Just as your boommbs come crashin down.
We’ll see
Just how
Fast I can dig.

It’s just how things are.
Things keep changing,
Things keep rearranging
I hardly recognize this place.
Or your face.

Covered in dirt and ash,
Smothered by something brash.