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Art, Discovery, Greatness, Poetry

Around the Sun

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I’m not old, but I feel old
It feels like my life is ending
Thirty-one trips around the sun
It feels like forever, but it’s only just begun
No longer young, but not quite old
Before my eyes, life unfolds
Things come together, things fall apart
Life goes on, the wheel turns, time moves forward

I’m not old, but I feel old
Thirty-one trips around the sun
I’ve been around for quite some time
Putzing through, muddling along
Mediocrity at its finest
Wasting time, burning time
A life squandered, a life wasted

Life hits you hard and fast
Put up or shut up
Do or die
When life gets tough you grow up and you show up
Father Time waits for no man
Undefeated til the end

Put up a fight, do what’s right
Destiny awaits, be one of the greats
Thirty-one trips around the sun
I feel old, but I’m not old
My life has only just begun
Fate beckons, destiny awaits
Make an impact, be great

Put up or shut up
Do or die
All talk, no action
Less talk, more action
I’m not young, I’m not old
I’m right where I need to be
I’m where I belong

Thirty-one trips around the sun
Most of it wasted, most of it dumb
But I know what needs to be done
Destiny awaits, fate beckons
Dream big, dream bold
It’s there for the taking
Reach for the stars
Not too young, not too old
It’s the right time to make an impact
Reach up, reach out
Dare for more, dare for better
Not too young, not too old
Around the sun again we go

Art, Music, Peace, Poetry

Music is Medicine for the Soul

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Just a dose, just a dose I cry
The stereo plays
One more listen, one more note
I long for more

Music is the medicine for my soul
My only friend, my only constant
Music soothes my inner turmoil

Gives me peace, lays me to rest
More, I need more
It’s not nearly enough
Music is the medicine for my soul

The only thing I can rely on
The one who’s always been around
It picks me up when I am down
It nurtured me and it raised me

Music is the medicine for my soul
My strength, my confidence, my peace
My energy, my healing, my release
My only friend, my only constant
Human: Disappointment. Music: Empowerment

Medicine for my soul
I was broken but it made me whole
Music, the great healer, the great doctor
Restorer and renewer
I am at peace

Family, Loss, Poetry

No More

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We come into the world naked and alone
They know when we’ll come, but no one knows when we’ll go
We’ve come to an alien world
They can’t understand me, I can’t understand them
It’s me and them, them and me
We’re what’s called a family
They chose me, I didn’t choose them
What do they want from me? What can I give?
It’s like that sometimes
We live in a world of mystery
We come from the ground, and to the ground we must return
We’re born, we become something
Become something until we’re not
Only legacy remains, to the ground we must go to rot
We are something, we are someone
We’re something until we’re not
The body dies, memory fades
We’re someone until we’re not
The world moves on
Crawls forever onwards
Our legacy remains, but memory fades
Eventually we are no more

Brokenness, Loss, Poetry, Relationships

Pain Ends

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In my heart of hearts I knew it was over
Over before we had begun
We had lost another battle
In a war we never could’ve won

We held out hope
Believing in something, anything, nothing
We were foolish and naive
Believing there was something to fight for or someone

In my heart of hearts I knew it was over
Over before we had begun
We had lost another battle
In a war we never could’ve won

We rode to the battlefield
Woefully unprepared
We thought we could find comfort
Somewhere, over there, nowhere

In my heart of hearts I knew it was over
Over before we had begun
We had lost another battle
In a war we never could’ve won

We were hopeful and hoping
Waiting for a hero
Wishing upon a falling star
Holding out for any semblance of hope

In my heart of hearts I knew it was over
Over before we had begun
We had lost another battle
In a war we never could’ve won

Hope dies, good will fades
The hero never came, the wish did not come true
The outlook was grim, grim as can be, blue
The sky was red with blood, the sun weeped

In my heart of hearts I knew it was over
Over before we had begun
We had lost another battle
In a war we never could’ve won

Hope dies, pain ends
The moon falls out of the sky
Hope dies, love fades
The end is nigh
Hope dies, pain ends
The sun cries out
Hope dies, love fades
The end is come
It was over before we had begun
It had been meaningless from the start
Hope dies, pain ends, love fades
We are done

Changing, Discovery, Nature, Poetry

The Call of the Wild

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I hear them calling out to me
I see them waving me on
Beckoning me, summoning me towards
It’s the call of the wild
It’s pulling me forward

I hear them, I see them
But I hesitate to answer the call
I’ve been tainted with the mark
The mark of the wild, the mark of the feral
Am I man or am I animal?

I hear them calling out to me
Drawing me close
They’re summoning me as if I’m one of their own
Part of the den, part of the brood
“One of us, one of us,” they chant
Am I animal or am I man?

It’s the call of the wild
On my own, in a world of my own creation
I am hermit in my natural habitat
On my own, I’ve been so alone
On my own, on my own
Am I man or am I animal? 

“One of us, one of us,” they chant
“No,” I yell back. “No. Not one of you. I’m my own.”
I’m my own, but oh so alone
I hear them calling out to me
I see them waving me on
Beckoning me, summoning me towards
It’s the call of the wild
Am I animal or am I man?

A hermit in his natural habitat
On my own and oh so alone
“One of us, one of us,” they chant
“Come to us, come to us,” they summon
I’m my own, I’m my own
I’m my own but oh so alone

“One of us, one of us,” they chant
It’s the mark of the wild, the mark of the feral
Human no longer
Animal, beast, monster
I’ve become one of them
I’m right where I belong