Welcome to the world of no direction.
Just paved roads and dirt paths leading to...
nowhere in particular.
A job you despise.
A family you never wanted.
The land where you don't even step forward anymore,
because you're used to ten steps back.
Southern in creed but envious in nature
Chasing the silver screened gods
who tell you,
"Anything is possible"
I guess I can't disagree,
but I want to **** the messenger.
I guess I can't complain.
But I never feel spectacular.
Young in spirit,
but my body feels the weight.
Generations of turmoil passed
down, and down, and down...
I want more than this.
Dear God,
let me be your Solomon.
Ask me what my heart desires.
I will not tell you a limitless bank account.
I will not ask for a beautiful reflection.
I only want peace,
an placid heart.
Wash away this electrified rage within my soul,
and let it spread into the ground I tread, Oh Lord.
Give me peace.
I will work until my fingers bleed and push until my lungs are empty.
Just let me see something else than this,
other than my destructive apathy.
If the clouds give no answer, and the sweat reveals no treaure,
what else is left?
The last bit of strength that says,
"No, I will not give up. Not yet."
Keep driving around these empty roads.
Searching.
Longing.
Hoping.
That one day we can find what you need,
and if it never does,
give me the wisdom to see our existence
with brand new eyes.
Whisper into my ear, oh southern bards in the setting sun,
*"There's always room for a second sight
when you reassess the world
and take a path around the red light."
