Everything Under the Sun

What do you see, when you see me? Do you see the mountains or the seas? Can you see the forest for the trees? Do you see a man of humility, Or do you see the folly of my being? When you see me do you see tranquillity, Or do you see the monster inside of me? When you see me, do you see me clearly? Do you see me so dearly with familiarity, Or am I a threat to your posterity? To be or not to be, don't you see? I'm saying this with the utmost sincerity, Can you not see, what I see with such clarity? As time runs out I wonder what to be The next time you see me I'll be me, Not lost in my dreams, but a man of means.

I've still got miles to left to go on this road  Years spent alone, these hotels are no home But I've had plenty of time to hone In on the things that drove me to this cove Wish you could resuscitate me, I'm cold Felt like an eternity in that land of snow Thought I was over her but my dreams said no Let me sleep, give me the space you asked for I see the red of blood again, my insides are sore Battered and bruised, scarred but that I chose  And I recall the nights when you hugged me close Your warm body on mine, when I returned at four  From the bathroom floor, why can't I let this go Why can't I let her go, when she asked to be no more She didn't ask, what did I say that for She left without a word, she feels no remorse Another man was lurking around the corner  Little he knows, but he'll feel it to the core On that day, when he realizes the curse Ghosts of her past, become demons on first And then they run, to second base and then third ...

Who do I want to be, A man of West or East, Or maybe a traveler of the seas, Does the north suit me, Or is it not a question of geography? My vision is blurry. What if it's a question of time, Is there enough of it to decide? That clock's perpetual chime, Is life passing me by? Like a roller-coaster ride, The longest part is the line. If life is short and sweet, Why then aren't we, As decisive as the analogy? We dwell on the impossibility, Of having everything come free, Free of sacrificed opportunity. A fundamental debate, Between me and me. If all's well that ends well, And all good things come to an end, Then are all ends good?   Or is a bird in the hand, Worth two in the bush? Adversity and loss make a man wise, and a stitch in time saves nine. These proverbs guide, But they do not provide, Answers to the questions That come with life. The answers come in time, No rhythm or rhyme, Experiences mold our mind, And our mind ages like fi...