Where’s the easy button?
Even if I had one,
I’d probably forget to press it;
Over complicate shit -
I do on a regular basis,
It’s aimless -
Shoot for the stars
But they come back to me as scars.
Half-hearted attempts,
Failed achievements.
Ignored the lesson on breathing
And that the days were made for seizing.
What did the stars once say
When I was so far away?
In the desert land,
Sage brush and stones of sand
Between my finger tips
Tasting on my lips
Fresh river water and cigarettes,
Inhaling no more regrets -
Or so I thought,
But I continued and fought
Myself out of the good feelings
Psychological and spiritual healings.
Asking if I’m okay,
And if I should stay
In this empty room alone
When there’s more to atone
For...
I find my freedom from the Earth’s floor
While others look at the Sky
Often wondering why
God is so far from them
And if and when
It will return.
Maybe I just came to learn
That what never departed
Cannot be reunited.
What was never lost cannot be found,
I just needed to turn around...