You stand there with a smile on your face but with no wallet and no place to go
People might think you are high or crazy because you are laughing
Somebody just sneaks up behind you and knocks you out
Sometimes happiness just sneaks up behind you
It might happen on the subway or a bus
When you are least expecting it
Was this the missing piece
You think to yourself
A glimmer of hope
A new behinning
A new horizon
A feeling
An end
Faith

Friday, I am going to do something very difficult
I do not want to be Charles Bukowski anymore
There must be more to life than drinking
It used to be fun but it has gotten out of hand
I will still enjoy the words that he wrote
I will still want to emulate him
I know what he was talking about
But I don't want to live there anymore
Because if I live there, I will die there
There is a bluebird in my heart
But in order to set him free,
there are things I need to do
I am going to do those things
And I am going to let him out
I do not want to be Charles Bukowski anymore
There is more to life that barstools and cigarette butts
More than the fiery whisky churns
In a gut that is bloated but always has room
For another sixer or another bottle
I know what he was talking about
But I don't want to live there anymore
Becausea if I liver there, I will die there
Drunk and disorderlly, sad and lonely
There is a bluebird in my heart
But in order to set him free,
there are things I need to do
I am going to do those thins
And I am going to let him out
I do not want to be Charles Bukowski anymore