I just want to be good…
All my cards are on the table
No one is going to bail me out
If I don’t make it
It’s easy to say there’s more to life than money
When you haven’t been without it
–
The enemy of good is perfect
What’s the use
I wear this bruise
Can I make it through
I’m dreaming out loud
I’m running t
Who are the ones
Who made promises
Out there late at night
That they would get out
And those friends are gone now
Who else is running
A race
For their younger self
For their friends that are already dead
Even though
They will never see them
Cross the finish line
Do you know the pain
I carry every single day
Do you know
That emptiness
How low those roots go
Maybe
We really can have too much
Maybe
We just pack ourselves with light
And distraction
Maybe
Poverty
Real poverty
Leaves a scar
I remember potatoes
Every winter breeze through the window
Maybe there’s a kid over there
Who knows about playing football
On a frozen driveway
Maybe
I keep putting things off
And I’m afraid
And
When it’s late at night
I pour a drink
And I see her eyes
In the stars in the sky
And I’m afraid
Of what I feel
I write some words
And I send them her way
All I have is empathy
All I have is poetry
All I know
Is how to be me
All I know is
Time is running
I am running
–
But remember
There’s a kid out there
Who’s going to see your story
There’s a kid out there
Living something similar
You’re not alone in this
You can’t do what everyone else is doing
We live in a do what feels right
Do what feels good in the moment
But that’s what children do
We are not children
We come from adults
We have witness in heaven
And we plan
We make goals
We have a personal responsibility
To ourselves
To our communities
To our dreams
No one else will get it
They don’t have to
It’s not my parents fault
It’s not anyone’s fault
I’m just tired of kissing up to banks
For credit
I’m tired of living a life that is not mine
I’m tired of sitting in crowds of people
That are always looking for the next feel good drag.
I’m going somewhere
I know what I want
I want peace
I want comfort
I want freedom
I want passion
I want love
I want to be better than I was yesterday
Better than I was last year
There is a line that only loss
Writes
And I carry it with me
Like a rose
Regardingsamuel
