Throughout all my whining and complaining
It occurred to me that you may think that I see this world as straing
While the chain around my neck makes me feel like old yeller let me tell yah
I have been a sucker for the ocean lines and half the time I'm just singing
sweet Emery
I love where the sea meets the land
her and I make the best of friends
I'd make her my own
And I would float in her waves
She will sing me to sleep and carry me away
Away to house party's filled with friends and family's
And we will all kick off our shoes and tap dance to the mouse on the keyboard
So eager as he runs over the black and white tile space
Eager to please his guest of friendly faces
All that he chases
Is a place where he can fall comfortably in love with the cracks in our walls
Flaws and all
We all just want to be the noise inside of someone else's wall
I adore you sweetly so let me type Morse code in the corner of your cabin
and let me tell you all that your branches that have yet to blossom are just waiting for the hospitality of spring to come so that their leafs can someday spread their wings and soar gently to the ground
Don't be so afraid of dying
I spent all of my youth trying to put comprehension
On why my body shouldn't enter suspension from the ceiling fan blades
My trick of the trade
Has been learning to throw haste with pace and to cut to the chase
And I realized that we are all just chasing death
Running so quickly across these streets the concrete provides our trail where we get so foucused on the finish line that we forgot why we are racing
Facing mirrors every day
Watching your aging face make canyons where plains used to be
Seeing the sparkle in your eyes have it's final shimer and then explode into the dull
Your pupils are the endlessness of space,that's why lovers get lost in them
It's just hard to believe that left and right the stars in the sky are slowly but surly disappearing
We are so fearing of what lays beyond this earth that we curse the soil that our fathers toiled over in the idea that all roads lead to the grave
Please just stay
And watch the spine of a man who works with his hands and notice how it starts
Bending like a tree giving heed to the wind because fighting against a restless force only makes you tired before you fall
Watch his legs continue to climb over the Eremqrkqble mistakes he used to make because he knows that all growing hurts so he continues marching up
And it's not important as to what he finds up top or if he even gets there
It's important that he died climbing
That he never stopped trying
That everyone told him it's impossible to move mountains
And that he always responded with I am the mountain,and I've been sprinting all my life
I don't want you to pretend like you don't have faults
We are all unfinished train tracks with a conductor acelraring a box car filled with people we don't want to let down
We don't know what to do when they finally derail
What do we do when all these ships sail
And we are left on the island
What happens after the illusion of a busy day and Sisyphus rock falls back down
Do you pack up your weapons and head home
"Not to blurt but I got hurt so pray for me at church. I'll be hiding in a cave "
Sometimes I wish I never left the cave because I never knew how cold I was till I felt the heat of his breath filling up my lungs
I never knew how foggy it was in these quit hills till his voice came rolling out like thunder on these city scapes
Illuminating a world I never thought to understand
Because without him you'll know how cold you are
Without him you'll know why it's so dark
My friends there are going to be days where you feel the heart beat of every new born pounding violently agesnt your ribcage and there will be the days where you will feel the rushing rivers of mothers listing to their soldiers silent drum fading into another war memorial
With your hands you will strangle life and sometimes it will pin yours against the wall
You can walk pretty far with your humble human form
But never as far as you want
I know you can feel the friction of your fiction
Slowly wearing thin your yarn of how you alone can withstand
How terrible to realize you are only a man
But blessed to feel everything so deeply
I want to feel the good lord in the pit of my stomach fighting my fears tooth and nail and I want the noise to rattle up through my throat and out my tongue so just by my words alone
You are drowning in the sound of his fight
I want him nestled so tightly in between my ribcage
With the right draps
The right frames
The right paints
We could really make his home pretty
My dearest lord
What a great day to spend in doors
The light inside may fuel my human mind but all I want it to be in with you in my insides my sides
I want you to play calamba with my ribcage and hum that number 99 into my mind
Just as I am your son
Rip out my tendons to I can reach out closer to you