With each and every candidate striving to win your election
I still vow and promise not to reach for any false connection

Every village looked toward the wisdom and foresight of a shaman
It's only human to dream of Mrs. Right and all we have in common

Curious and excited,
a notion that's preserved while we"re virtual strangers
Furious and ignited
A motion that's deserved from all the world"s dangers

My Imagination twists you into all the things I hope you represent
Dream Vacation exists without leaving home with time well spent

But for now all you are is a beautiful mythical creature of romance
But I still possess faith, so in the words of a preacher...take a chance

Twenty eight years have passed, but count up the hours I'm awake
Your Paralyzing fears harassed you, time to see just what's at stake
Raise a glass and cheers the amassed burning candles on your cake
As your regretful tears fail to mask the pain of how you truly ache

Im Alive and present in the world because I will rest less
Don't ask me what time it is, my internal clock is a mess
Anxious insomnia ever since I lay rest in the womb fortress
Experience ages you beyond the years that you will possess

Ability reminds me that the bucket list can remain extensive
Virility blinds me with a pheromone mist that can be expensive
Fragility grinds my flesh as father time's fist grows more defensive
Humility binds spirit and mind into existentialist bliss so comprehensive

I'm blessed with restless soul syndrome to be my almighty guide
Refreshing zest and vigor to accompany me after all things eyed
Even if she's the best I can't see myself settling for just one bride
So let our bodies be the board and may our waters flow high tide

If you don't ever try
You might never live
Worst you can do is die
Blessed with death to give

Words contrived to fruition
Climb upon my shoulders
Take a look at new ambition
Papers finally free from folders

Thoughts magically transformed to verse
Imagery and idolatry bleed ink to prose
Detracting my distraction is another curse
Explanations obscured as frustration grows

King of the world today, ever so omnipotent
Afflicting Memories distance away and fade
Wake up tomorrow and could be impotent
Clutched to a beautiful creature in the shade

Quality is all relative, just try and keep it simple
They all see a beauty mark but I just see a pimple

Tomorrow will be different I predictably once again mutter
Wake up feeling brand new and rid my life of all the clutter
Familiar friend snooze shows up again and closes the shutter
Each vibrant night so filled with life then awaken in the gutter

Lunchtime sleeps in again just woke to a say good afternoon
Sneaky evening sweeps in again, happy hour came too soon
Priorities drank to a crooked ***** now found a mate to spoon
Tomorrow's excuses are tonight's mistakes, I blame the full moon

What better day then tomorrow I say, to start to stop to procrastinate
Appropriately bleak is the morning when the sleep I seek is tasty bait
A vicious deprived morning guy curses the night guy"s life with hate
He replies to his morning eyes, sleep when we"re dead, but it's too late

A veil blankets the city with tranquility as the hours seep rapidly into the deep night
Each passing minute jealous of the last for being too fast and now it's all about spite
If sleep was just wrong, then you could write a song, about finally wanting to be right
Reminded again, right on time as I'm finally tired at the first sight of the morning light

Is it infatuation combined with the new lovely scent
With saturation would the hail begin to make a dent
The flirtation fades with each and every hour spent
The deflation sets in on our slow inevitable descent
The stagnation creeps up like another month's rent
As temptation calls out wondering where you went
A Castration can't compare to this type of torment
No frustration in the world like time"s resentment

If you could only flaw less in your never ending search
Go back to the drawing board or maybe even try church

History repeats itself, feelings of heartbroken violence
As you lay next to me breathing a beautiful soft silence

She"ll never truly be free, never let down her guard
Ironically we can never be, both emotionally scarred

Shared memories framed by another fleeting exposure
Shall never come close to providing adequate closure

No matter how this ends my soul will still need a cast
Smiling big as it mends, for moments lived like our last
Optically delusional to the pastures of greener grass so vast
Finally destined to arrive yet can"t stop longing for the past

Tragically we are meant to be, only if we are actually apart
Insane levels of pain tearing through the veins of my heart

Today we are again away, but our time I shall forever cherish
Tomorrow"s just another day without you until I finally perish

My encaged still feet begin to grow restless at a pace ever so rapid
My enraged heart squeezes my lungs breathless, a feeling so vapid

Choice is thrown in the trash when you have a need to move like a magnet
Voice and tone cause a splash, as water will concede to avoid being stagnant
Rejoice, grown from the crash, imagination starts to bleed another fragment

Do you know what it's like to never truly know a real home?
Except for when you"re on the road again ever ready to roam?
So many wild oats waiting for their fateful needle to be sewn
Medusas eyes are the only way I'd lay as motionless as a stone

Remind me please with a cleansing sneeze of my allergies
I'm allergic to dying
Bare feet on the gravel, I must travel or my soul will unravel
My existence, is trying
To deprive me of my drive would mean I am no longer alive