Used to be a study in contrast
Wept a little
Laughed a lot
Sundays we go to Church
Back when I was young
I loved so much
Money meant dirt to me
And dirt meant the World
In my grasp
It felt so simple
My eyes could see
Without prejudice

Now I am older
Much has passed
Pain and life
Go hand in hand patiently
I went away
My body remained
Mind astray
Is there a way to win?
Is there a way to make it?
We're all stuck to this ground
That we end up in
I urge you
Not to let your kite fly too high
Or God with cut you down
I urge you
Not to dream too big
Lest you persevere through the chisel of painful perfecting
It's all I've learned
It's hardship
I take these steps
Inside this safe room
Four walls
Made of doors
This is my life
I lie much
Or the truth becomes inflated
It floats higher and higher
Until nothing is left
Everything given to a life of imagination