With a Pocket Full of Lies and Some Vanilla Skies- Part 1

I must say art isn’t easy Desperately trying to please everyone Many of my scattered verses fail to appease me I’m well versed in pain I must say heartache and love are one in the same These scripts will put the rest to shame The poets are all the kids who try to fake it We take it all to heart Heart ache is where we got our start Smartly I arranged my words Just another fencing battle without swords Just another one of my songs with out chords Always exotic with a melodic sense of belonging I can be calming or I could be bombing the last little hopes I can play it cool Play the fool I can be anything within a few simple phrases This still amazes me I can see the world when there is nothing to see I can paint a picture of how everything should be And I search high low way below Sometimes slow always fast Few will know When I pass and I will go Like the wayward winds flow Taken on a prayer A shot through the dark into the shadows gone like thin air And I’ll be nowhere and everywhere But baby when you need me I’ll be there This is a realization there is no easy way out Yes I know not what life is about And this grout in this bathroom tile holds me glued for a little while Before this porcelain throne I stand trial “So kid how do you manage to defile yourself so well” Please do tell the mirror beckons I guess I reckon that I like to forget for a fleeting second And I hold no fear in meeting an end I’m dying to be greeting this long time friend So bring me that end Send me to that horizon