Open Your Eyes

For my Dear Friend Robby, though you may never read this...it's for you. When you have been cold for so long You sweat under blankets for hours And still feel the chill ache between the bones of your feet They are so tired So walked upon and numb with neglect And you have tiptoed through the silence in your empty house for so long you can hear the neighbors breathe They are so alive when you have chased escape for so long It begins to sound like rescue Begins rolling off your tongue at a moments notice Smelling like smoke in a silent bedroom Open your eyes Wide open Like you've never been blinded Like your lungs still work and your heart still works And your tongue still works And call me a liar if this isn't the brightest morning I can remember When the mountains fall sharp and crumbling into this valley you will not have time to pen your history Or gather your belongings Or kiss your mother one last time in case you forgot What are you doing sleeping When there is a city out there? Rolling slanted and dirty out of the Pacific Holding 630,000 people with 630,000 heartbeats calling home This behemoth reaching in the dusk tint When the dust settles You will be exactly where you left yourself Be it sitting in the dark Or struggling to earn joy like it owes you a favor So when you find yourself fighting with gravity for lung space STOP! And cherish the burn of no exit strategy It feels like February shot directly into your veins And yes you are going to fall down again But you are so freaking alive You're billions of organisms that have somehow learned to live together So what are you doing calling this just another day? This is the only chance your gonna get When you've been down for so long You've made the bottom your only friend When hope only comes in dreams and teases Open your eyes This is the brightest damn morning you're ever gonna get So go ahead and use it Go ahead and take up space Take as much as you want and stop apologizing No one is going to tell you sorry for pushing you so far aside you fall off the edge So start pushing back Show me those wide open pupils Show me a lifetime of stories where you win at the end And I know winning is just a fancy word for content with what you accomplished It's so easy to give up and call it survival I don't want to survive if it comes with numb and listless Be grateful for that wide open sunrise Open your eyes You are so damn beautiful when you are alive!