The Journey
How can you bear your soul,
If you can’t bare your soul?
How will we ever see the sun
If we just sit in this hole?
I’ve got a lot of questions that I never got to ask.
I meant to do the work myself instead of givin’ you tasks.
I love you, but I can’t say it.
How is that love turned into my heart breakin'?
There used to be this man I knew;
He started small then grew and grew.
When his blood and sweat hit the ground– it bubbled.
His confidence was small– then doubled.
He used to ask me: “Sir, how will I know I am finished?”
I used to tell him: “Son, there is no such thing as finished!”
Now he’s done. He’s reached his end.
He’s happy and he’s always growing.
I can’t quite call this man my friend,
for I envy him this knowing.
Off I go into the night,
A raucaus scream of pure delight.
What’s this?
A staircase made of air?
Climbing higher…
Do I dare?
Of course I do! I’m the king up here.
What’s that? Do I hear a cheer?
My circle is calling from deep inside;
They are supporting me as I climb.
With Icarus front of mind
Could I believe I’m of one kind?
Lovely humans, we’re a confusing bunch
Hustling and bustling from rush to rush.
From way up here it’s hard to tell
Why one would ever scream or yell.
From way up here all I can see
Is the stunning power of company.