Chorus
I smoke a joint in the morning
I smoke a joint at night
And somewhere in the middle
That’s where I live my life

Verse #1
I get high on expectations
Of the experiences that I find
I rejoice in jubilations
As I’m reminded of the climb

Verse #2
So Take a journey with me
And you can help me find my truth
And if you’re open and willing
Maybe you’ll find yours too

Verse #3
I believe that the essence
Of living a meaningful life
Is being purposefully present
In joy and in strife

Chorus
I smoke a joint in the morning
I smoke a joint at night
And somewhere in the middle
That’s where I live my life

Verse #4
And one day, my children’s children children
Will eagerly tell my tale.
Of the hopes that I inspired
And the dreams that I set Sail

Chorus
I smoke a joint in the morning
I smoke a joint at night
And somewhere in the middle
That’s where I live my life.

It ain’t no mystery  
Making music throughout history  
We just get together! Jam forever  
And let the music playyeahYeah!  

Feeling alright, gonna dance tonight  
Shake my body right, and let my soul take FLIGHT!  

It ain’t no mystery  
Making music throughout history  
We just get together! Jam forever  
And let the music PlayyeahYeah  

Feeling fine now, and life is so wOw
I want to have you statyeahYeah  

(Rift).  

3x3:
How did we get here? Really slow  
Where are we going? To a magical show  
When will we get there? When we all go
Who will we meet? Everyone you know  
What will we Do? Go with the flow  
Why are we here? to try and grow  

Cuz It ain’t no mystery  
Making music throughout history
We just get together! Jam forever  
And let the music plaYeahYeah

The only thing that can surpass the grandness of my intellect, is my unrelenting naivety
The only wisdom I lack, is that of experience
I assume all the things that I neglect, in my late latency
But, lately I attest, I’m quit definitely delerious

I want to build grand monuments to loved ones, but I’ve never been an engineer
Pass down grand teachings to my sons
Yet I’ve never been a father, in any year

I wish to love a woman, like no woman has ever been loved before
To tell her irrelevant stories, and only store memories in the drawer.
To take her to places she hasn’t heard of before or even seen.
Create! The things that she can adore and make the chaos serene

I am no fool, I know what I want.
I desire commitment, I long for Freedom and independence
I decided her love for me; I’ll proudly flaunt
But, internally keep it secret, to nurture my own dependence

One day, she noticed that her love for me was gone
And all the little things she loved about me, all of the quirks, and unintentional foolery
Had turned into insufferable character traits, and puzzling conversations
She no longer loved me, and I love her still.

But, I could not love her, the way she wanted to be loved and cared for
And eventually she could not love me as well
She needed to be loved, but only from a distant shore
Her love, in kind, I could not compel

I need to say a million things to you, tell you how I feel, show you how I hurt, and imply what I desire.
I wish to scream, loudly and often, let the air wash away the bitterness from my lips, and try to rekindle the fire.

But, instead. I stay silent, and act benign
And when asked… I say : “I’m doing fine”

Take a look at my scars, and I’ll tell you a story,
But not every story has a scar.
They may frighten you, even be a little gory
But I’m proud of them by far

They’re numeric, reminder of the time
A past hysteric, reminder of the climb

There’s no big hand, nor small hand, just ticks on the inside of the wrist
And in either past, or present I stand
The small hand still exists

With every tick and every tac, came a click and a comeback, and every time I thought I lacked, I came back, I came back

So the scars you see, aren’t the scars that hurt
The scars that bleed, aren’t that overt
And may I assert,
That real scars need to be pestered and picked, overtime they fester and restrict

One day the slice was slow, as I cut deep into the skin.
How I watched the blood go, as I fell into a grin.
Though you couldn’t tell at the time, But, that’s when I had total control.
In the youth of my prime, when my honor was stole.

Waiting for assurance, but assurance was delayed, expecting a fathers love, but Love was betrayed.

And now the blood is pooling, and the scar begins to clot, my heart begins it’s cooling, but the blood is still hot

There’s no fret, no confusion, nor panic
All what I Let, no dissolution, nor manic

For what comes next is easy and simple, of how to mend the ****.
After a thorough cleaning, it’ll heal up in a flash

But deep cuts take long to heal,
They’re a constant reminder of what’s real
There’s a constant reminder of the deal
Constantly restricting what you feel.

You have to restrict the scar from growing
The power comes from managing the pain.
Stop the mind from knowing
Restriction of the brain.

So which story would you rather Hear?
The one of Triumph or the one of Fear.
Because both start in the same place
But, one ends at the surface, while the other at the base.

And while my deepest cuts remain covered
A person is discovered.
Beyond the cuts, only skin deep
Deep into the secrets I keep
Cuts that scrape down to the soul
That no medication can fill the hole
But, now I can stand and walk
Even when those around stare and gawk
I shed the weight of the shackles of my past, and hope that this time it will last
No are tales told of a heroine a slave
For my story is brave. And in my story I save.
For if you knew me, you’d see.
That deep down, I just want to be, Free

My mind wakes me from a tormented sleep.
As I struggle to accept my unwavering reality
How dark are these thoughts that I keep?
Compared to my unrelenting eventuality

For Hope is a firefly, you wish to catch,
And be mesmerized by its luminescent glow.
To capture a moment underneath the jar latch,
Before it dies, and you must let it go.

Hope is fleeting, quick, and toxic
Providing a false sense of relief.
Illuminating a path, to a serendipitous salvation
Only to betray you, and leave you in disbelief

There’s a grip, that clenches my chest ever tighter, with each passing breath  
I feel bound, trapped, and suffocating in the darkness of this death
I’m paralyzed from my eyes down to my toes.
And can only think of sadness, despair, and my inescapable woes

Now, there are, sparse moments throughout the day
Where your essence escapes my mind.
I hope that this new freedom can stay.
For even only a few fractions of a second of time
I can feel the grip loosening, as my breath I can begin to attain.
For a brief moment the grip grants me hope.
… Before it strangles my heart again

I have climbed the highest mountain tops, yet you were their peak

I have trekked the vastness of the deserts, yet you were their oasis

I have foraged in the deepest of forests, yet you were their smell

I have swam in the bluest of oceans, yet you were their melody

I have explored the grandest of cities, yet you were their light

I have designed the most decorative of art, yet you were their purpose.

I have conceived the craftiest of culinary plates, yet you were their taste

I have engineered the most complex of structures, yet you were their hearth

I have lived a hollow life, and you filled it.

I stand alone in a crowded room
Surrounded by shells of beings, often calling me a friend
But, none of them know my internal doom
There’s not one, on this forlorn plane that ponders my end

And then there’s you, the one who always held me through
Through dark days, and stormy nights
For eternity is was just us two
Win, loose, and draw of our domestic fights

To be called beloved, is the nectar of mortal life
To love and be loved, in moments of strife.

And yet, I doubt your presence next to mine
Facing an ultimatum, I choose neither
Wishing our souls would intertwine
But, I know you don’t know me either

I’m continuously trapped in lessons I should have known
Empirically…  I compulsively, find myself alone.