Life truley works in mysterious ways. I never thought I'd be peering back over these old stories, these old poems. Words of a dead man in new skin. I look in the mirror after reading, I think back to the child I was, a child of 18 with the soul of a man whose 800. While the man is dead and gone, reborn into someone new, the words still carry the same thoughts and emotions. Is that child really dead or has he just morphed into someone else. Someone looking back at the eulogies of a dead man through rose tinted Raybans. Stained and scratched with the troubles of today and yesterday and days before, waiting to be tainted with the woes of tomorrow.
Some say I lost my way, sure a few heartbreaks will do that to you, though in a good, old fashioned nicotine addiction, and a much, much lighter wallet. Trade the comfort of a bed with the uncomfortable car seat. Trade the secure walls of a home with the metal sides of a steel coffin. Trade a balcony with a view for the view of a ragged and worn steering wheel. Trade sticky notes littering the desk with cigarette ash painting the dash.
Sure things may not look the same. But it's okay, because when you take off the glasses you realize that bed was too big for one person, but full of empty promises, the balcony, while nice would've been short lived, the bastards where gonna start cutting down the trees outside anyway. Trade the desk with sticky notes packed with ideas I wasnt motivated to pursue or empty platitudes of false self help with the ashe of a new born soul. Yeah I look different, but different is never bad, it's what you do when you put the glasses back on. When you really see the past beyond that fiery hue of coulda, shoulda woulda.
The words are from the same soul, the same, mind, same light. Though the torch is held by a different man, a stronger man, one whose still trying to light his own way. The thing about torches is, you can really only see what's right in front of you, the past doesnt define you and the future shouldn't concern you. All you have to do is hold that torch and trust in your own steps, trust in your light to guide you. Besides, Raybans are over priced and over rated anyway.
