Well, Life.. What Now?

So many variables to consider, so many options to weigh, so much residue to sift through.

So much history to unearth, so many memories to rediscover, so many truths to realize.

So many hurdles to cross, so many hatchets to bury, so many roadblocks to clear.





I drag my feet into oblivion
past the photo frames
catching a glimpse of the time
when life was but fun and games

when a plump little boy
cared about nothing at all
had a genuine smile on his face
whose worst enemy was a fall

who never thought the future
would be this tough to handle
when hope is put out and relighted
as easily as a flame from a candle

gone were the times when
nothing really mattered to me
where troubles hardly existed
when i was truly free

the times have changed now
life's shackles have clamped down
shit spread all around me
all i can see is brown

and yet despite it all
amidst the sea of dung
a little tree pokes out
from shit life has sprung

holding onto the tree
as it begins to grow
it lifts me above the mess
up, up and away we go

higher and higher we reach
through the clouds of wool
and there next to the sun
i see a chain labeled: "Pull"

Pulling on it
with all my might
i see the heavens part
with a magnificent roar
the torrents were unleashed
it was just the start

there was a renewal
as the floods
washed all the shit away
the dark clouds turned
white and fluffy
and suddenly there was day

slipping down from the tree
i missed the clouds
and fell from a great height
jolting awake
feeling a tinge of sadness
a guy can dream, right..?