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Discovery, Growth, Poetry

Animals

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Who’s the animal? Me or him?
Who’s the monster? You or me?
We’re all just animals, living on instinct
Looking for better, trying to do more
We don’t know what we’re doing
No man can see the future
We’re figuring it out as we go along
Trial and error, testing things out

But we’re all animals in the end
Living on instinct, using our intuition
We’re better now than we were before
But we don’t know, we only think
Life has no instructions
Working, doing, thinking, being
We’re better for it, but there are no certainties

Time moves as it does
The sun continues to rise
Life goes on
Nature wills as Nature may
We’re all just animals in the end
Doing what we think is right
Doing as we see fit

We think we know, but we don’t know
We think we’re wise, but what if we’re not?
We think we’re better (than animals), but are we?
Still subject to Nature’s whims
No man can outrun death
No man can cheat the reaper
We’re born to die
We work to live, we live to work
Nature wins every time
We’re born, we live, we work, we die

We’re no different than animals in the end
Living on instinct and intuition
An animal am I
An animal is he
An animal are you
Just animals, we’re all just animals in the end

Art, Discovery, Hope, Poetry

On My Lonesome

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Sometimes it’s better to be alone
Stuck with nowhere to go
No one to see, nowhere to be
Life is full of disappointments
But there is so much to see

A whole world is out there
Waiting to be touched
Waiting to be smelled
Waiting to be heard
Waiting to be seen

Sometimes I don’t know what comes over me
People suck, that is reality
It’s hard to ignore
Social interaction is draining
It’s overrated, is it a fallacy?

Sometimes it’s better to be alone
No one to impress other than me
No facade is necessary
Me, just me, only me
As real as I can be

Some people just don’t understand
What it’s like to be me
It’s safer to be alone
Safer on my own
Alone but not lonely
On my own but not alone

One day we will understand
Who we are, and where we stand
Love for oneself goes a long way
I was lost, but have been found
(Found) who I was and what I was meant to do
One day I hope that you will too

Separate yourself from others and from expectation
It takes being alone to find yourself
Alone is not so bad
Quiet the voices in your head
So many people chattering around you
But there’s only one voice that matters

Find who you are, find your purpose
Self-discovery and self-love
Self-confidence and self-assurance
On your lonesome for a short time
Find who you’re meant to be
Find what you’re meant to do
Know yourself, be yourself, love yourself
And all things will come together in the end

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