There must be more to life, much more to life than this…
Me is Only For Me To Find
One day I was shown a room
Where boxes lined the wall
Told to choose the thing I'd be
The one big thing that would make me--me
I checked in every box
The labels, I read each one
Each box a pre-packed kit
Even tried them on to check the fit
The jock, the brain, the outcast
Good models, tried and true
But I left empty-handed
Not wishing to be boxed or branded
I'd heard of another place
Hidden alley, dark, unsafe
And told I was free to choose
From shiny boxes, in rainbow hues
The Queen, the stud, master, slave
Good models tried and true
But I left empty-handed
Not wishing to be boxed or branded
The voyage since -- my own way
No lit path, easy boxes
And I've since made up my mind
That me -- is only for me to find
Wants, Desires, Needs
I sought a lover
Not to be alone
Yet no one stayed
Until I could sit quiet with myself.
Desired a lover
Just to feel wanted
Yet none needed me
Till I wanted nothing but what I had.
Wanted a lover
Cause I needed love
Yet found no comfort
Until I could find love within myself.
On Rekindling the Artist's Fire
When young my heroes were,
The screaming men on corners.
Crazy street preachers,
Who could in unfettered flow,
Let words without thought or censor go.
From what I had read in books,
For an artist a fire burns,
A white-hot passion.
Yet I felt my fire taming,
My heart was not the furnace flaming
I'd long since wished away
Confusion, lonely despair.
More than I could take.
I could ill afford fire bold.
Sought not flame, but quiet solace, cold.
Yet as the years wore away,
I missed my inner self.
My soul still glowed.
I regretted youth's misdeed,
Were their sparks still left, for flames to feed?
I found the flame never dies,
Just waits until we're ready,
To live in our hearts.
I welcome with love the fire,
That gives us love, passion, art, desire.
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One day I was shown a room
Where boxes lined the wall
Told to choose the thing I'd be
The one big thing that would make me--me
I checked in every box
The labels, I read each one
Each box a pre-packed kit
Even tried them on to check the fit
The jock, the brain, the outcast
Good models, tried and true
But I left empty-handed
Not wishing to be boxed or branded
I'd heard of another place
Hidden alley, dark, unsafe
And told I was free to choose
From shiny boxes, in rainbow hues
The Queen, the stud, master, slave
Good models tried and true
But I left empty-handed
Not wishing to be boxed or branded
The voyage since -- my own way
No lit path, easy boxes
And I've since made up my mind
That me -- is only for me to find
Wants, Desires, Needs
I sought a lover
Not to be alone
Yet no one stayed
Until I could sit quiet with myself.
Desired a lover
Just to feel wanted
Yet none needed me
Till I wanted nothing but what I had.
Wanted a lover
Cause I needed love
Yet found no comfort
Until I could find love within myself.
On Rekindling the Artist's Fire
When young my heroes were,
The screaming men on corners.
Crazy street preachers,
Who could in unfettered flow,
Let words without thought or censor go.
From what I had read in books,
For an artist a fire burns,
A white-hot passion.
Yet I felt my fire taming,
My heart was not the furnace flaming
I'd long since wished away
Confusion, lonely despair.
More than I could take.
I could ill afford fire bold.
Sought not flame, but quiet solace, cold.
Yet as the years wore away,
I missed my inner self.
My soul still glowed.
I regretted youth's misdeed,
Were their sparks still left, for flames to feed?
I found the flame never dies,
Just waits until we're ready,
To live in our hearts.
I welcome with love the fire,
That gives us love, passion, art, desire.
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