I hope I am not the last to say that I am a renaissance man

 trying not to fall for what I stand.

 I am trying to stay on my feet and off my hands,

but crawling on my hands and knees just in an attempt to be a better man.  

 

I am trying flow through life like I sit on sand at the oceans end

While the water tries to pass through my toes.

I turn away from the oasis, and glance at my castle of sand.

 Although it was a hassle to build it with my own hands,

I feel at peace and my heart is healed knowing that my kids forever have a place

 To eat a piece of cake on their birthdays.

 

The whole in my soul was sown from bouncing from home to home,

it felt like we stepped from stone to stone, surrounded by cold waters.

Life was my father.

If I ever got out of shape, he never wasted time to put me back in my place.

 I sit here were sally sold seashells on the seashore reminiscing about the pain I wore.

 

The day I joined the war, I swore never to return.

 I used to try and forget my past. I tried to let it burn.

 But soon I learned, instead to let my pain inspire me to earn.

 

To yearn to learn how to manipulate

The English language to transfer my languid hatred

Into words of hope and courage even though we live in

 a world of resource shortages where I so happened to end up on the short end of the stick.

 

 I tried to forget, but it turned out I was bad at it,

however, I became clever and learned to use it to my advantage.

 

 I am just trying to enjoy the ride with a gentleman’s pride and a humble vibe.

 I day dream as my eyes wander to the iodized body

of water where swans dine and fish hide.

 I fantasize about the up rise of the wise.

 

And then the hairs on my body rise

As my boat of Hope is capsized

By the wave that is oversized.  

I have nightmares of the Devil’s army.

 I can’t sleep every time I realize

I discovered a new lie disguised as the truth.

 

I use this booth to satisfy my sweet tooth

 With the bitter but sweet truth that is ugly as a goose but as important as rules.

My soul is as old as couples gazing into the stars as they glow,

 but I’m young like a kid who still believes in the tooth fairy.

A boy trying to find his place in the world,

and a girl jealous of her cheating boyfriend named truth,

who chose to love everyone like a nun

but apparently forgot one.

 

 I sit on the seashore reminiscing about my past,

 as I gallantly gaze at the boat called "Hope" sailing at full mass.