Tonight's story doesn't start With once upon a time Or take place in an enchanted land. It doesn't have magic or dragons, Kings or queens. It doesn't even feature a grand adventure. But it's still a great one all the same. Because, you see, tonight's story is your story Told by me. You may not like your story Because it's always been told from your point of view. But that's why I'm telling it. So when you look in the mirror, You see something new.
"I wish I wasn't so different from everyone." "You've got more in common With people than you think." "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Well, once upon a time, we were smaller. Then, we grew taller. Or rounder. Maybe more than we'd like, but we all grew stronger." "Well, I don't feel very strong right now." "And that's okay. We all fall. Sometimes like a sack of bricks. Sometimes with the grace of a sunset. But at some point, we all get up. And when you're ready to stand, I think you'll find There's fight left in you yet."
My turn to scream, To yell at the top of my lungs Turned a white colour red Out of stupidity but that is what youth does Forget about chasing legends And follow shallow dreams In mid thigh tight skin dresses Remember the shirt stain lipstick
I tell you, when the night is young At one in the morning My blood sing with the stars My skin becomes the sun I look forward to tomorrow with blurred memories leading up to it. See what it is, I can’t have my love yet
With these eyes lined with charcoal Who’s to say my friends aren’t imaginary I hear a story starting to form Remember too, what its like To smile at death, forget its meaning How lovely it is to have your ******* firm Time standing still during the day Only the night bringing you life, oh I’m there
I hear you wanted to see me About my age adding up to some years Not while I can still go a week without sleep, I say That is my big talent you know Telling lies about myself Who’s sob story will I tell next My turn to shout, I say To yell at the top of my lungs I am here with a camera, About to sell another life, rumbles of youth.
Once upon a time, I was just a lad with a book in my hand. It told tales of a faraway land Nearly lost to the sands. For 1,001 nights, I wished I could visit Such a magical place. But when I grew older, I realized something. You should have seen my face When I realized I never had to wish I could be there. I already was there every time I read. And i'm glad that's a magic so great, it gets to be shared all over the world
I must confess I have never read the book. But Aladdin was in my head while I read a prompt to write about taking a grand adventure
I've written in anger And sorted myself out I've written on drugs And found new meanings I've written in sadness And found that I am beautiful I've written before bed And never let my head hit the pillow I've written about my skin And no one knows what I am I've written about what it means to be human And I still have no answers I've written while in love And have had many lovers I've written in art And hid the words within the blank spaces I've written rambles And each one more absurd then the last I have written about my adventures And returned filthy and alive I've written stolen words from the wise And spread the knowledge far and wide I've written to you And you have read I've written And have kept writing.