You need to tell yourself you're perfect
Beautiful inside and out
All that mirrors do is mostly lie to you
To do their best to keep you down

And that you serve a purpose
A reason to why you're here
Not a single soul is worthless
Bend your own ear to make it clear

There's not a one that smiles like you do
Or has your personality
You're one of a kind to tell the truth
My hope for you is you soon believe

How important your time and place is
While standing in line to this thing called life
To the front, some never make it
Don't let the lies keep you behind

Because you my friend are beautiful
Both inside and out
All that mirrors do is mostly lie to you
To do their best to keep you down

sticks and stones
along with graveyard bones
the dead speak for themselves

where lonely rows
hold their souls
no rest for the weary or the dead

packed in red clay
much the same
ashes to ashes, dust to dust

in a simple box
of pine that rots
hinges held yet set to rust

no names or dates
to mark the graves
memories are all that's left

lost generations
not of their own making
the dead are best when secrets are kept

How much time a day do I tend to waste
Sitting around with this phone in my face
Could it be me or the phone that grabs hold
Taking me out to places unknown

Wasted hours spent on end
With this death grip, making demands
Far more than a gander, this longing look
Tossed line and sinker, this phone's got me hooked

It all started off where I'd place a few calls
Talk with my friends at a minimal cost
That's when my phone whispered to me
Soon enough you'll see, I'm all that you need

It's hard now to go from one room to another
Without me and my phone tied to this tether
I should be upset, spinning the drain
Holding me back, this new ball and chain

Oh, wasted days along with the nights
How many ways has this messed up my life
When I spend most my time out here in mid-stare
On senseless Apps that take me nowhere

How much time a day do I tend to waste
Sitting around with this phone in my face...

I'm often caught in the realm of forgot
In most everything I do
While trying my best to up and guess
What was the quest that brought me into this room

There had to be a purpose
To the thought that brought me here
Racking my brain, time and time, then again
It's more of the same but still far from clear

Or in the middle of a sentence
With conversations in full flow
My mind loses the grip on where it was at
And can't help but slip to places unknown

Here one minute, gone the next
These random thoughts inside my head
To the point of no return
Saw the chance, up and fled

And when it comes to names and numbers
Is it any wonder you could call it a crime
The way I forget the moment it hits
This soft cranium I sadly claim to be mine

Too often caught in the realm of forgot
In most everything I do
While trying my best to up and guess
This more or less is the general rule

Some see me on the street
With my hungry sign held high
A few might stop to toss a buck
But most just pass me by

With no earthly idea
Of how I'm getting along
And if the position I am in
Is or isn't my own fault

If they dared look beyond the stare
They might see outright
As they're on their way to work
I'm living out my life

Without all the thick walls
Where at night I pitch my tent
That are used to keep me out
Or sadly, hold them in

My celling's are the open skies
Where at night I see the stars
And as the day rolls round to my delight
The sun is there to keep me warm

Without a single worry
Piled high upon my plate
No pressure and no hurry
To fall into a life, I hate

Like those I see passing me
In the prison of their cars
People ruled by mounting bills
On their way to work

if you knew the time
and day you'd die
would you change your tune
enjoy more of life

hate to break the news
though most don't know
death still has your number
and won't let go

no matter when that is
be well aware
it could happen anytime
are you prepared?