Birth, life and death
The knowledge of this earth
Neither before nor after present
Following their select ascent
Part pursuing purpose
As sole intent
Part pursuing pleasure
Till life is spent
......
In a story as old as time
A perfectly ordinary
Man
Wanted to be anything but.
Everyone knew he was perfectly ordinary.
He woke up each day in a perfectly ordinary
House.
He drove in a perfectly ordinary
Car
To his perfectly ordinary
......
Packing, picking up, and heading out...
It's time to see what it's all about.
Walking away from a familiarity and into the unknown
Now, this may sound a bit foolish...
But perhaps it's just schoolish.
......
i am a hundred people at once,
a poet, a painter, a dreamer—
and i can’t remember which one of them is mine.
each morning,
i wake up with a new ambition,
a new hope to be something different.
but by the time the sun sets,
i’ve forgotten what i wanted to be,
because there’s always something more
pulling me in a thousand directions.
......
Stealthy and assured the jaguar lies in wait
With hungry eyes, it patiently sits and salivates
Hungering and waiting...
Calculating and preying
For that golden moment of truth
Heavy breaths speak of a desirous sooth
Breathing and scheming...
......
Stealthy and assured the jaguar lies in wait
With hungry eyes, it patiently sits and salivates
Hungering and waiting...
Calculating and preying
For that golden moment of truth
Heavy breaths speak of a desirous sooth
Breathing and scheming...
......
Packing, picking up, and heading out...
It's time to see what it's all about.
Walking away from a familiarity and into the unknown
Now, this may sound a bit foolish...
But perhaps it's just schoolish.
......
Maybe it was too huge of a dream,
a fantasy that I desired deeply upon,
poured out my heart completely,
bare and naked for all the eyes to see.
and amidst those blinking pupils,
were those of beast never seen,
monsters that did things insane.
Yet, blinded by my desire, I was blind to the truth around.
The earth stopped me from moving, but I leaped across and went,
the wind held me back, yet I fought until the end,
......
i am a hundred people at once,
a poet, a painter, a dreamer—
and i can’t remember which one of them is mine.
each morning,
i wake up with a new ambition,
a new hope to be something different.
but by the time the sun sets,
i’ve forgotten what i wanted to be,
because there’s always something more
pulling me in a thousand directions.
......
In a story as old as time
A perfectly ordinary
Man
Wanted to be anything but.
Everyone knew he was perfectly ordinary.
He woke up each day in a perfectly ordinary
House.
He drove in a perfectly ordinary
Car
To his perfectly ordinary
......