creation, perception,
how do we all know what it's about?
i wanna touch the fabric of the earth
without ripping it all out.
i wanna feel in radiant color,
and know of everything that's going down.
i wanna know if i'm a lover, a believer,
or an atheistic clown.
i wanna feel a thousand stories,
emulate the morning glories,
and wake up with a roof over my head.
i wanna feel a thousand sorrows,
opportunistic tomorrows up ahead.
perspective, objective,
was it really that way all along?
or was somebody just looking for a line,
that they could put into a song?
connection, objection,
i think that it's the only thing we've got.
so pick up the pieces of your life and
cmon, give it a shot.
(need to) realize a future that is bright,
look inside to find the light.
it will not come if i don't want it to.
no one else to hold the reins but you.
only you, will have to do.
i wanna feel a thousand stories,
emulate the morning glories,
and wake up with a roof over my head.
i wanna feel a thousand sorrows,
opportunistic tomorrows up ahead.
i know they're up ahead.
i'll need sunglasses so bright,
to see with all the light
that i put forth.
(sunglasses aren't bright, that's not how that works.)
(this song makes me wanna live, i think.)