I Am Not the Solid Island That I Thought I Was
without you, i would be
an ostrich with my head
in the dirt
with you, i am a king holding
my head high
the message on the door to the
maintenance guys was a cry to God
for help
frigidity has no mercy on the one that
struggles and wonders 'what next'
when you came along, i forgot the
definition of a globe and of hope
now i play with the colorful, bouncing
rubber ball of life
i let said ball bounce all the way to our
next destination of discovery
you make me so thankful to God that i
decided to answer the door that cold,
dark night of sheer confusion
if i didn't, then i would still have hurt knees
and an offensive body to this very day
i guess i can now admit that i am not the
solid island that i thought i was
growing older is the most natural inspiration
for pure truth and clarified enlightment
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