Fuzzy Socks
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When I was a kid I was gonna be married with kids at this point
When I was a kid
I’m still a kid—still feel like one
I watch cartoons and wear fuzzy socks and my parents pay my bills
And my parents pay my bills
And my parents pay my bills
Maybe I’m not a kid
I don’t know what I am now
But when I was a kid a “Bill” was a person, not a weight on your chest
When I was a kid I was excited for the future, not petrified
When I was a kid I learned “money can’t buy you happiness” and “all you need is love”
And now all I learn about is who will have the best starting salary
I don’t care what my starting salary is
I just want my friends and my family and someone to tell me it’s all right to fail, you’ll get better
And my fuzzy socks
My feet get cold
Cold feet
You hear it on wedding days
But saying yes to love seems so much easier to me than saying yes to a future
A future where you don’t know anyone or what you’re doing
And you just want to be a kid and play dress up
Playing the future instead of living it
When I was a kid my imagination kept me entertained
I could make-believe and what-if with the best of them
I can still make-believe and what –if with the best of them
Only now it brings a pit to my stomach instead of a smile to my face
But once in a while a thought breaks through
What if I can do this?
What if I make it?
And instead of loneliness I feel hope
And hope breaks through like a ray of light on a gray day
It always looks like Heaven is peeking through
And with Heaven comes faith and together with hope, love is all you need
Faith, Hope, and Love
When I was a kid, they were so easy to master
Now I struggle to hold on
But I do hold on
That’s the point, I think
When you’re clinging to a log in the middle of the ocean and the waves pound over you and the sun burns your skin and the sharks circle beneath you waiting for you to let go and sink
You don’t
You hold on
And maybe you’ll paddle yourself to safety
Or maybe someone will come along to rescue you
But you hold on
When I was a kid my life stretched from the tree in the backyard to the end of the driveway
I don’t have those boundaries any more
The world is open and though the sky is dark
Heaven’s peeking through