sometimes when i unwind,
i can see the sky.
sometimes i can feel… and,
i want to tell the world.
lately everythings not grey.
i should embrace these subtle things.
alone, i sit. alone, i stare.
instead of trying to change.
i’m gonna sit alone a while and dwell.
i’m down, but you never can tell.
i am damaged, but i am not drunk.
stay just a while.
let me you see you smile.
then maybe we will survive.
seeing the world out of these little holes.
trying not to be so bold. so cold.
i breathe, what i can, inside me.
arms folded; outstretched inside.
things never mesh. i am dead from pride, unless…
i guess, if you are with me.
i’m gonna sit a while and dwell.
i’m bleeding out now. can you tell?
i may be damaged, but i’m not a fucking drunk.
let me you hear you laugh a lot.
we’ll give it all a shot.
may-be… (maybe), we’ll survive.
take one EPIC step with me (any).
ignore the misplaced.
that we all see.
lets make this real together.
our eyes open most the time.
closed when we must be blind,
to the manufactured weather.
it’s not the world against us.
it’s not the government.
it’s not the people we both hate,
who are so apologetic.
it is us. and we are mighty.
it is us. and we can move the earth.
it is us. we are evolving and growing.
growing through the going pains.
we must accept that,
we are real.
I must trust and we are really real and…
and it is real… real… real as it can get.