What It Takes To Be Me
I think to myself what I need to be me.
As I gather up the pieces of all that I see.
I don’t know of tomorrow I just hope I shall be,
Contentment fills my heart and sets my mind free.
Night time has changed it used to be hard for me.
There wasn’t enough light so I was able to see.
But as the leaves fall and float from the tree,
Perhaps we can discuss it, over some tea.
My mind never stops searching for that new idea
It’s hard to hold back when I don’t have any fear.
Except for the fact that sometimes I disappear,
I feel something is coming and know it is near.
I’m just a simple man; I know what I do,
Visions become tainted by all I’ve been through.
The pieces join together and you are the glue,
The sun always rises when the sky is blue.
I think that I’m changing yet I don’t know.
In this season of dying I continue to grow.
It feels like a movie and I’m part of the show,
The words and emotions freely flow…
I can’t worry of tomorrow I just have today.
It seems that lately words don’t get in the way.
Rather, smiles return from just what I say.
Tomorrow shall I know? Perhaps I never may…
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