Another Saturday morning.
I feel like I have a million voices going on in my head.
They say this, they say that.
Coming at me from all angles.
But who am I to say, how I should be feeling?
Who am I to question the cause of my suffering?
There are some brutal truths
waiting to be thought
to be said.
Out loud, so they’re out of my head.
The path is there,
laid out before me
I even got my boots on
but my old friends are calling.
Calling me back.
Back to where?
Back to those long lost moments,
that now tire me;
that brought me here.
here, here, here
now, now, now
I know
I–K-N-O-W
that this is
all
we
got.
Ever.
everything else is an illusion.
I should’ve just listened to my songs.
They have been right all this time.
The beginning is always a challenge.
I’ve been stuck in the beginning ever since the day I was born.
It’s time to get together
my burdens and belongings
and keep on moving.