Everything I need is right here in front of me
My hands, eyes, hope, desire
Everything I can use to bring myself higher
Hard work is the barrier
Constraining my own ethic
I feel that I have now realized this simple truth
What you focus on grows
What you forget about goes away with old
So I must refocus on what is in front of me
All the tools I need
Are surrounding me
Asking me
I will answer
Off and running
We could not see it coming
The challenged faced
Could not be erased
Avoided
Or constrained
Ubiquity in equity
Understanding out diversity
Was the challenge we
Were presented
We sleep to rise
Rise to work
And push on again
Information technology
Slip and slide of lethargy
Connected eyes
With screens to see
Distracting cells of energy
I pull away empathetically
Hoping for some new life in me
How is it that machines can lock in
On holding tight to my time and skin
Settle my movements and actions
Taking me into dead satisfaction
I am weary of these offers
Video games makes normal
The martyrs
So I will walk away
Until the next day
The lights illuminate my face again
We build houses
Trees with farms
We hold them dear
We create our own opportunity
From the sparse earth
We pull new life
Our own life and growth
We give back
In this line of work
Make discoveries
On weathered farms
–
Man Cut Short
–
So the world goes
A man wakes up
A man goes to sleep
Yet you should know
That every night
Small thoughts
Creep through his head
Crawling
Embarking
Embedding
Deep in his thoughts
These weaknesses
These flaws
Crack
Grow
And seal a certain fate
For a man
Who leaves these cracks
Unattended
Is the man whose life
Gone
Way before it should have ended
Nothing like the sweet smell of rejection in the morning
To receive the call an early warning
Its not the right fit but I wish you the best
But if you had to receive a grade you failed the test
Refreshed I see it in a morning sigh
No more than a simple rejuvenating sign
That more must be done to push forward
No looking back or retracting your hand
Giving my best out there I cannot look back
The evening lines have been drawn in the sand
Take a breath and begin again
This will seem to happen every now and again
I take it as a compliment
That the successful plans have been laid
I will not give into some cheap demands
To jump at their will fall upon their command
People look for something to fill their own void
All the while they hold stiff while creativity is destroyed
Looking for something to replace the old
Will make the fillers seem out of place and cold
Wet and waiting on the driveway of replacement
Taking what just comes along seems way to complacent
They want someone who will fit the mold
Casting away the unique and the wanderers
The fearless and the bold
For someone who does not mind to grow mold
Upon their creative gears and will simply listen to their peers
Me that I am not and surely never will be
What will ever become of me I guess I will wait and see
As for now I am content on my bed of worthlessness
It does not fear me to be alone out here calling
Much better than rich and my creative mind mauling me
I recluse back to come back stronger
Eager to fight again
Rejection is nothing more
Than a reason to start again
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A Cup of Songwriting 