As I age on, I'm finally able to see
My dreams are no longer what they use to be, because of the value that grows on trees.
I struggle in disbelief, because the world has brought us to our knees
without even knowing it
we show it
Everyday we scrape up change
Everyday we walk the streets
Everyday we pick on "Geeks"
because they're who we wish to be.
It's heavy on the heart I know, but sometimes you just have to let it flow
and understand as the day grows old, that there's no control on the
Heart, mind, body, and soul.
Which is something we'll never say again, because we're so hell-bent on "sticking it" to the man.
is what we need
is what we have.
However, in the end, when the sun goes down
is what we receive
Caught up in a world of irrelevant shrieks vs. Wise Whispers
I think back to those Winter nights in the month of December
Calm, cool, soothing instrumentals of nature
Maybe THIS land of the "free", isn't the home for me.