Sick Twist, throwing your hissy fit.
Hold yourself captive, keep yourself inactive.
Silence your sickness, re-route your wishes.
Your mind disagrees with truth,as your body lies not too you.
Yet you do as you choose, letting yourself stew in your juice.
You sick twist, providing no light to see.
Instead you twist and roll.....there in shit!
Until you are beneath.....beneath your own shit!
Transparent, the footprints of my parents, there in the sand!
The sculpted quite the lady, and built the strongest of man!
I say pick yourself and all the pieces you need, up....and rise above.
Be not just the "better man" ... be the very best you can.
And move on. Press forward through your trenches of life.
Lay down NOT your arms and leave behind not your wife.
Take it all with you when you go.
It's about who you were, not what you had to show.
Leave no stone unturned my friend.
What's yours, is yours for keeps.
Cause believe me....in the end...."Happy" smiles, while "Sorrow" weeps.
Only the strongest can survive this shit we have been given.
So be sure while the race is on.....DRIVE! Don't be driven.
Fishing on the river banks, in the "prime location", my heart at ease....
I suddenly remember I must bait the hook, I lack not...in motivation.
Casting outward again, I toss the hook....cast the line.
If the BIG one's out there....I can make him mine.
And if by chance I hook me a good size one, bet me, I'm pullin' him in!
Clean it up and cook it mama....it's din-din. (Not bo be cofused with Den-Den).
The perfect, most comfortable, long outdoor lounge chair.
Placed on the deck of home. The place where the heart is....and "smells good" is in the air.
Arms on the arm-rests, glass of sweat tea in one hand and nothing in the other.
Leaning back, feet crossed at the ankles, eyes fixed on the sun setting sky...and you think...
"Oh brother...."
"This truly is the prime location".
And a smile more pure than any others....shines!
And lights up your face and I say, "Oh brother".
