If you are uncomfortable when you look in the mirror,
keep in mind:
We spent thousands of years
trying to convince the earth
she was flat.

We wrote her maps as evidence of the things we saw;
and she believed them.
She cried tsunamis, and had earthquake breakdowns.

Keep in mind: the Sun never gave up hope.
The earth will keep spinning and breathing
the star-dusty space void of encouragement.

Next time you look in the mirror
and second-guess your potential divinity,
remember you will keep shining and living.

Because the Sun is out there
believing in you,
compensating for lack of the human capacity
to treat each other empathically.

You don’t need proof or approval
to be exactly what you are;
Eventually everyone will see
your infinite beauty.

I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All flowing in the same direction
And just floating along, is me

I've been wading in this water
Letting it carry me any way
Not caring about which direction
And never having any say

After wading all this time though
My legs started growing tired
So finally it was time to choose
Which direction I desired

But the problem with floating along
Was that I never became aware
I wasn't really a part of the waves
I was just sort of...there

What I wanted didn't matter
The waves still moved as one
Whether I moved with or against them
Didn't matter in the long run

Then I thought I better get out
And give myself some time to think
But I couldn't see the shore anymore
And with that, I started to sink

Now I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All still flowing in the same direction
But drowning in it, is me

I often think about you and some words to say
I pick a few out almost everyday
Like "hey, how are you?" or "how was your day?"
I wish I could just hold it back and stay away,
Cause it's not like these words will ever sway

I open my mouth and stutter to you,
It's like my tongue is stuck to the roof with super glue
I won't let me speak, I want to let it go
I want the peace of mind like I used to know
So I lie up in bed with every intention to sleep.
My mind just wonders on and let's the thoughts seep

But maybe things are not that meant to be,
Maybe this is what we have to do to set thee free
We fly through life with flashes of special people,
The one we think will stay we always meet at the steeple
The happiness ensues, did I just imagine all this?
Whatever happened to these thoughts that brought perpetual bliss?

Maybe it's the mind, the thoughts that seep through,
The words that cause my tongue to stick like glue
I'm not really sure my eyes are even open anymore,
Maybe they have shut and I have stepped through the door
Am I in the land of sleep?
Did my mind let go and finally let me count sheep?
Where am I, hello? Can anybody hear me?
Please wake me up so I can see things clearly

Then I woke up like all the times dripping wet,
Do I always have to wake up in this cold sweat,
Not knowing if it's the right time to come home yet
The dreams are what **** me most,
I reach out to save you and you just turn to a ghost
I never thought that it would be this way,
So these are just some words that I want to say,
Hey, how are you?
How was your day?

For a moment, right now, pretend that forgiveness will never feel like taking a bet. That the phrase, "I love you," Is not just another form of turrets. Pretend that you've got a pocket heavy with change and you walk like a wishing well wind-chime. And you've got a nickel in there for every time you cried for something. And your chance to change is as easy as flicking your thumb. Launching a coin into a pool of water. Pretend that you've got a penny melted and molded from the iron in your blood. Pretend that that wish will come true. Pretend that I just put mine down on a bet on you. Double or nothing, because ******* kid, to me, you mean something. And I don't mean any big life success. This is deathbed memories type ****. Who was there when it mattered type ****. Pizza on the car hood when the mice are asleep in the oven and the birds have nested in the old stove burners. Finding safety in a hammock held up by the corners of a mouth. Warmth in arms when you realized how cold it was actually going to be down south. For a moment right now pretend. That you've got a friend with a body made of drawbridge and hands strong enough to close it when you need to. Eyes like a moat. A blanket quilted from your lover's muscles. For a moment right now pretend that that friend isn't me. It's you. Forget God. Forget finding forgiveness and love there. On the inside that friend is you. Making penny bets like a Philippino woman in the smoking section of a casino. Double or nothing. 50/50. Pretend now that I'll be there too. Tossing coins in a well. Wishing only the best for you.