“I’ll never be this, I’ll never be that…” What’s the deal with people forgetting how to treat themselves? It’s hard to find somebody down to earth with a balanced sense of boundaries. Has it always been this way? I’m no prime example either…

When I left the last Uber ride I took, the driver and I had such incredible conversation. He opened the door for me and offered a handshake, so I took his hand and pulled him in close for a hug. I thought it was so rare to enjoy an open conversation like we had, that I may have overstepped. I sometimes get a bit excited, and it can lead to others’ discomfort. It oughtn’t bother other people, but with the duplicitous addition of white lies, how am I to really know?

Maybe it’s better to believe in others’ power over themselves. I’ll take the approach where I believe others can manage their own emotions. At any rate, that’s how I hope you act in the wide and wild world.

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Never More

Sold my soul to a man in the mirror
With a hand on my shoulder and a gun to my head
Looked something better than the lines on the paper
He said, “Give it all you got, you can sleep when you’re dead”

Hush to my mouth when I say what I’m thinking
Getting into drinking
When the whole world’s sinking

Turning off the lights when I listen to the radio
They hope I stay in touch
I’m on the edge and letting go

Who’s on tap
Who’s astray
Who still listens when the devil’s at play

Why’re we waiting
Why’re we still
Why do we insist on standing line, turning ill

Took my time on the tests for my brain
They said “It never could be done”
They said “He’s far beyond insane”
But I know what they forgot
And it carries me away

A dirty pair of jeans
With an old blood stain
I’m nothing short of filthy
And I’m dying in pain

My enemies rejoice
and I’m nervous to the core
‘Cause I’m choking on my voice and I’m never
Never more