Paint Your Canvas

Repeating its self over and over Passing by as I get older and bolder These patterns shall be broken Life is my precious golden token Time passing with seasons The rivers alter with reason Hanging with friends Having good times with no ends But wait there’s more Must leave and explore Holding this right since birth Craving a life of worth For now I have an appetite And have already began taking flight The shattering sound of freedom Has crashed through the pattern Good times I will keep For bad days will always remain obsolete Pack my bags Even signed my own tags Hugs and kisses To the husband’s and Mrs. My cousins and my riches Off and on my way There is a plane I must catch today