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Jun 2014
So I guess this emotional catharsis is what marks this as a moment of significance

I guess you’ve tripped a bit

I’m hoping it’s just a little slip

I don’t want to catch you but I will if you won’t catch that bottom lip

call it weakness but I can’t stand to see you fail to float

So keep building mental castles with your blood sweat and tear filled moats

Call it false hope and I won’t argue

Call it a waste of time though and we’ll have a problem

Because I believed that there was salvation behind one of your doors

I just believed that it was simple as opening another hundred more

so if it’s blind insults and fights that you want I can’t provide

I’m done with your lack luster idea of a good time

I can’t sit around and watch you waste away inside a bottle of cheap wine

So I’ll convince myself that it would be best if I wasn’t in the picture

because I just can’t let go of my idea of charging at my future fist first

Making it big settling down with a couple kids

But every time I try and talk about it you say

C’mon have a couple drinks

Well I’ll pass because it doesn’t do it for me

I stay awake at night more often than I used too

Because I know if I sleep I’ll dream of that same farm house,

with those same grey shutter shades,

That same old back porch,

not sure if that man in my dreams is me or who I wish I was

either why I’m gonna strive for it, just because

I don’t need an excuse or a reason,

because following your dreams is nothing to take season for season,

it’s a goal and a lifestyle that I plan to improve on

I hope it’s okay with you that it’s been a while since I moved on

So your version of success is owning your on futon

Well I’m not playing it down any longer

Pick your life up before you bury it

I’m done watching this happen again,

so when you fall I’ll watch and pray that my baby bird can have faith in her wings,

and not the branch she was standing on
William Thomas Lodge III
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William Thomas Lodge III  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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   Amber Bowen
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