Life is fickle
Life is exhilarating
Life is weird man
Life is a rollercoaster
Hang on
.
.
These are all things people
Have said to me along the way
.
.
I’m curious of what they’ve
Got themselves into
By the words they
Choose for me to hear
Especially the man
Who says
“Life is fickle”
Who have you been
Listening to?
What a shrouded
Tree you
Refuse to bloom
Seems like these
Roots will twist
Deeper & deeper
Until something
Snaps
Find your true keeper
.
.
“Life is weird man”
The artist said
Scratching his head
With a golden smile
In bed
He rolls his eyes
Because his mind is
So alive
He’s the one
We’ve been rooting for
The one who questions
Kindly just curious
In his way confidently
Expresses himself
In immaculate ways
Any instrument he
Can make come alive
But his dark side
Is fickle and has
Become his demise
So I guess we’ll
Hang on to this
exhilarating ride
Fickle or freedom
I’d still make a run
To save him ,confide
To bring back the
Eyes of the one left inside
Dance in a field
And scream white snake
In my ear
Just to make sure you
Are alive again
Fickle play dead
Dormant as skin shed
Combine the two
And live with truth
Life is what you
Make it
Fickle
Or not
Come back
through
To my favorite
Version of you
The authentic truth.
4:32 pm/8:35pm
June 28,2019
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