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