30 days then 30 more
that’s all you get
not one day more
90 nights in 90 days
all you need to change your ways

I share my story
with those who care
those that listen
and those that dare
I say the prayer
I'll hold your hand
I close my eyes, God are you there?
God help me, are you there?

I’m 52 this year
52
But inside I’m still that little boy
the one who is scared
the one who is scarred
the one that wants to be free
to sing and create
and not worry
about what he cannot see
of what they say
and how they hurt
I’m still that little boy who wants
to be accepted
who still walks funny and is awkward
sometimes
On the outside though
I am a man
with lives
that are held up by what I do
and how I respond
that need me to be strong
so I **** it up
and wipe the wetness from my face
step into my boots and off I race
I had my 30 days
then I got 30 more
Today I am clean 348 days

you are waiting
waiting
waiting
suited up in your spirit of self-loathing,
eating a full helping of anxiety every day for lunch
mucking your ears with the wax of negative self-voice
making it hard to hear the whisper in stillness
as for me, I will live
live
live
even on those days when you can’t come along
I won’t wait for spring and every dream I’ve ever had
to happen before my heart can be light
before I can sing and exude sunshine
and if my warmth can open your tightly
closed bud, I will shine until we bring forth color
this exact moment will never happen again
our closets could be filled with maps
books and autographed vinyls
but if you put a picture in a ziplock bag
remember
the life in that bag already ran out of air
whether waiting for tomorrow or wishing for to-day
the only heart that’s beating strong is right now

In the glimmer of the winter-
I, missing you,
missing the we,
missing us.
In the frost of the snow-
you, buried deep,
buried and lost,
buried as our past.
In the middle of December-
cold is the wind,
long is the night,
gone is the warmth.
In the end, all is lost, memories fade-
Gone is the day.