Find it again
your childhood dream
when you were so full of life
which was shut down by life itself

Find it again
the reason you used to laugh
when all you had was a wandering fantasy
which was lost by life itself

Find it again
that drive you used to have
finding yourself in trouble at all times
that childish game you played

Find him
your knight in a shining armor
fighting for the right side of the battle
Gods side

What's a great dad?
Only a child will know and learn more as they grown.
Just what's a great dad?

Oh, those expert that claim they know.
Don't know the depth of what that man's child knows?
Maybe , many mothers know.

Even if not together he makes time for them.
Uses no excuses.
Tells no lies.
Willingly to showcase his birth piece around.

Even those together with the child's father.
Know their father could spend more time with them.
But let golf other sports control him.

So what's a great dad?
Even those with plenty by various women.
Shouldn't be lumped in the mix of bad.
Cause many bond with them closely the most.


Yes, they might never achieved the level of honor of mothers.
But truthfully in this word exist great fathers.

It is deafening
That which has no sound
It pulls me closer with intrigue
Yearning for inclusion
I mimic in hopes of understanding
Loosing balance as I near
Falling
Only to understand
The sound it makes
As I give it ear
Realizing that with presence of mind
I give it sound
Striping away its beauty

Let not your mindset control your heart.
Cut that loser lose.
If he bringing you down and harm to you.

Oh, he has great ***.
So what?
He doesn't work.
He doesn't provide.
Only need you for a moment of good times.

He's master of charms.
Make many melt with his voice.
But if given a choice.
Are you strong enough?
To cut that loser lose.

He lives with you.
Like it's an earned honor.
Sometimes dictates to you like you his slave and not your woman.

Intimidated by your friends that easily reads him.
Scare of your family's who has warned him?

Common sense is hard to use.
When all you see is the ******* he gives to you.

Paul pretended to blow smoke through his bedroom window.
So far dreaming of Sara his only future
Happy together despite a whirlwind of suspicion
Paul’s parents worried she was a pretty distraction
to his academic standing
Her parents felt there was no stability
to her future while with him

Every night I lay into a pink sleep, which is the secrecy of her arm’s love for me. There is a solace for me in her eyes… if only I could live in their reflections forever! A landscape of exploding glass-works, that trickle wet stories down her beloved face. Into my dreams, they will fire an inscription of dazzling intimacies, in soft-blue storms of light. I want to run away with her down private roads, that glisten with the unrest of heartbeats.

Jack knew the party was the next night, but after imagining a few possible scenes, with the apathetic laziness in which he did everything else, he closed his eyes toward a dreamless sleep