Man means himself
It is very similar to the sun...
One is the sun, it is possible to warmer
Second is the sun, global warming may be threatening,
But unlike this sun
You are the land,
This land is possible for the sun
Don’t forget to blink
he told me with a wink
as I drank that drink
and began to think
is he my shrink?
He has my same ink
and he’s wearing the same pink
things are too in sync
what was in that drink?
I need to find a sink
get somewhere where it doesn’t stink
but anywhere I go I find the same link
it has me on the brink
it’s time to rethink
it’s time we fully interlink
with you together
do not perplex
So much absolve
Me of the truth
That at least in together
you’re with someone
a little bit
Do you think like me?
Are we the same?
Our issues and confusing thoughts
Thriving on love
The thing we hate but crave nonetheless
Adventurous but scared
Scarred and depressed
But refusing to live that way
Could we be kindred?
The sun is in her eyes as she glides
through the trees, her hair tangled
with ocean, and she is extraordinary.
Looking at her, I am stranded
in that musical way, only a leaf
floating on a wide, wide river.
She swims beneath.
Miles away, I hear the winds reciting
her name, and even in September, she is a summer
watching the rains appear, reappear,
birds flocking in confusion.
I close my eyes and line the pages
with constellations, see the stars murmuring
on her forehead. Gold glimmers
in front of her eyes, my eyes,
and I am no one, nowhere.
--I think I have an issue--
That's the problem, this is it
The only thing that's really haunting me, is this strange "what if"
The theory that if my childhood
Was a little more nurturing
That I would not be the same person;
The one that's left soul searching
Well that theory is wrong
I have to say it is quite brave
To admit the only thing that's right there
Standing in the way
Is the belief that I am broken
And I should just be ashamed
Well that belief is wrong
I have to say
That really, I'm okay.
It's hard to hear when friends start talking
About all their family
And while I hush the voice inside that
Compares mine so violently
I must forgive myself
For all the judgement
I readily inflict
But if Im the one that's punishing
Then I'm my own convict
And to be truly okay
There is nothing more to do than stop
Thinking I have had it worse
Than everyone that comes along
Because I don't know their experiences
I haven't been in their skin
And my assumptions about better lives
Will never see me win
I must be grateful for experiences
The ones stuck in my skin
So I'm happy I can think like this
I'm happy I can swim
In shallow waters or the deep end
I can bash around to move
Or I could just allow myself to float
Give into it let lose
I can just be myself and whole
Nothing truly needs to change
Except the idea that I am different;
Us humans all the same.
there are parallels
between you and
we have the same
different religious beliefs
we're made of the same elements
different ****** orientations
we are all human
different social classes
none if us are
we're all imperfect