We like to be right, you and me,
yes you, not me, only us, we all seem to
never want to agree,
we’d like to be right all the time.
or do we just want to be
A couple of years ago, I fought the urge to be wrong,
didn’t wish to ever acknowledge I could be a
lying, cheating, insolent, self-entitled, inebriated
Funny, I wasn’t even drinking then,
just begin to imagine how truly lost my soul was,
if I even could count on that part of my being,
When is it we truly lose our soul?
Wait on that for another moment,
let’s stick to the topic of being real, honest, truthful
about who we are
We do seem to start over quite a bit, y’know.
I know you know, and I believe you could be alright with yourself,
if you just might let your world become the safety zone
she once believed it might be.
Back then, he didn’t have a lot of faith in anything,
and until his knuckles dragged upon the glass lined gravel
nobody anywhere really cared,
Fascinating and amazing how suddenly people care again.