Unordinary Life
There's been the bad,
I used to crack a smile, while I cut myself
-Clinically- insane
And there's been the good,
I’ve seen the sun come blazing down from a bright Virginia sky
And I’ve looked with awe, and wonder standing in Oregon's North Pacific shore
Amidst the bad, and the good
I’ve prayed endlessly beneath God’s wide, wide sky
Even though, sometimes.... I don’t know why.
I don't know why because
You see, ‘cause I haven’t heard the laughter from children, on the Coney Island Boardwalk
I haven’t been on Lisa Frank Avenue, watching the light down-pour of Arizona rain
I haven’t seen a sunset at Niagara Falls
And in a rainforest in China, I haven’t heard an, endangered, Hainan Gibbon’s call
I haven’t seen a cold fog come drifting in over San Francisco Bay
So I just settle for watching the Indiana clouds, as I waste away
Thinking of my struggles to be free
And of all the things that I want to be
And if they all want me to, I’ll die alone inside of my room
But first, this they must know
That when I wake up in the morning, my nightmares are surreal
That I’ve seen him for myself, the Boogeyman is REAL
With yellow eyes, and gnarled hands with long, razor-sharp claws
So traumatizing, you won’t even have a chance to process, or pause
So, what I’m trying to tell you people, is that I’m already in hell
But judge me not, because this can be -YOU- as well
Paid full in debt, the life I ‘chose’
...Maybe that’s just the way it goes
But if I could, I’d trade it all for heaven;
Its ordinary throne and halos longed for- by those of very which who are weak
….But maybe, an ordinary life would've cost me my confidence, at its peak
And if that’s the case…
An -UNORDINARY- life is what I seek!!!
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