close those colorful
amazingly beautiful
eyes that misguide you,
and listen
to the soothing sound of my voice,
see what i see,
i see a beautiful sun as it it settles
in the distance,

just another weeknight
im driving home,
my eyes they feel tired and tensely tight,
cant wait to get to my throne,
as im coasting to a stop
i notice the red white and blue at half staff,

overcast in the skies,
predicted thunderstorms
yet my wish is still to ambit the clouds,
with life a mess
fighting of stress
and diseases that come along with it,

the temperature has dropped,
the wind cool like the newest trend,
next the leaves will turn to beautiful vivid autumn colors,
as awesome and amazing as life these trees have turned,

not the mistakes of one
that make his judgement
but the actions that are proceeded that
give us insight on your character,
stand tall but expect for heads to turn
and await the challenger,

feel me?
i don't,
wont the world understand me?,
how could they?
i cant even see myself,
in front of the mirror without a reflection,
my mind no longer gets erections,

who am i not to ought not be greatful,
but this son of a heroine ,
why wait for one day out of 365,
excuse me world for remembering this divinely created
being everyday,

who am i not to ought not be greatful,
but this son of a heroine ,
why wait for one day out of 365,
excuse me world for remembering this divinely created
being everyday,

who am i not to ought not be greatful,
but this son of a heroine ,
why wait for one day out of 365,
excuse me world for remembering this divinely created
being everyday,

who am i not to ought not be greatful,
but this son of a heroine ,
why wait for one day out of 365,
excuse me world for remembering this divinely created
being everyday,

who am i not to ought not be greatful,
but this son of a heroine ,
why wait for one day out of 365,
excuse me world for remembering this divinely created
being everyday,

ive been walking around
nose pointed down
feeling down,
hoping i fell down,
wishing up was down,
the usual clown
but as i walk the town
i frown,
feeling heartache

clever the way she painted a picture,
intelligently
placing a smile at the most opportune time,
with her beautiful lips she sang beautiful
melodies,
knowing my weakness

here he goes,
left jab
uppercut with his right,
underdog much of his life,
not complainig because it was rough
from his mother's death to the day his father left,

when i write
vivid images
suffocate my mind,
imagination going wild,
the stars come down to cheer as i write,
like a heavyweight fight,
the colors are sharp,
the hopes are brighter,