Release the smoke inside my head
and I'll be on my way to bed
I will not dream enough tonight
awoken by the morning light
you're only here when I am gone
to keep the warmth we're built upon
But what is sleep when dark is day
and everything is not okay
I want to be alone with you
and watch the phases of the moon
The quiet sky can hear the beat
of broken hearts and tarried feet
I'll walk away from all of this
and find the home of nothingness
A body carries many things
but human's only part of it
So take my bones and bury them
a naked soul I can't defend
The more I think, the less I am
apologies become my hands
I'm sorry now, I always was
the sun is up for both of us

What if November is different this year
and all of the pain in your eyes disappears
something about it seems possible now
the past comes to reckon the sorrow somehow
And all that once was is becoming the seed
to what we've been growing inside of our need
Like futile devices that anchored our souls
the only way out was to simply let go
The troubles that followed us into our thoughts
have nowhere to live when our bodies are not

There're stories I want to remember
and others i hope to forget
And time has a way of unveiling
the faces of all our regrets
If there can be only one lesson
then life will have shown it to all
But many of those who have seen it
have chosen to put up a wall
And all of the weight it can carry
is nothing in presence of light
It falls like the snow in December
the water that freezes at night
You're not at the end of the road yet
there's grace in the seasons to come
So what you expect of tomorrow
will catch you if you do not run

if you look into a person
and ask to see their soul
they may not grant you access
but if they do, you'll know

the act of being earnest
will frame the way you ask
and if you are intrusive
you'll never stand a chance

my mother often told me
don't plan the words to say
but give them to The Maker
and trust them all away

you were not born to live there
in other peoples' minds
so wake with only purpose
to see with eyes of time  

let's gather up the curses
and scatter them to death
replace them with the beauty
in every single breath

in faith I find the meekness
to bring these words to life
let anyone who hears them
sleep soundly through the night

Candide
with his mind full of optimistic thoughts
appeared before God with his arms held forward,
palms up.

God,
the large black man that he was,
leaned down to Candide,
his throne shaking the heavens.

Candide spoke softly
as to not upset the almighty powerful God,
"God," he said,
"I have lived my life to the best of my ability.
I have hurt no one and keep a faithful and honest mind,
may I enter the heavens?"

God,
having heard Candide's words
appeared very angry
and slammed his large fist against Candide's head.

His strength was so
that it plummeted Candide past purgatory
and into the pits of hell
where the Devil had been anticipating his arrival.

Satan,
the small white man that he was,
walked over to Candide laying on the ground,
hurt and bleeding from his fall and said,
"Welcome home."