That Restless Soul
That restless soul of yours
Yeah, it wanders.
It wears its own shoes,
but you never put them on
or take them off.
it wanders toward that mystery,
that thing you thought you wanted to find
but never reached
because you grew up a little
and along the way
you got older.
you forgot what it was you were looking for in the first place
because you stopped and looked into the mirror.
You tried to brush the dust of time off,
but all it did was smudge your shirt.
But, you tried like I tried,
You tried to find your place
But, things never come out perfect
like you’d hoped for.
You got what you got,
but sometimes you got a full plate of it dished back
How many things would you like to
change about your life?
Cause’ this is as real as it gets,
even though at times it doesn’t feel so real
and time is running out for you
cause’ that clock’s still a tickin’.
This is all we have to work with, like it or not.
It’s the pain that keeps us in a straight line,
yet we all stagger still.
It’s that fine line between feelin’ good and feelin’ bad
like walkin’ on a tightrope.
It’s a Zig zagged path we walk.
I mean, no matter how things appear,
they aren’t as real as they seem.
Don’t get too upset when something
in your life turns crappy.
Cause’ when you finally give up
the idea you can control a goddamned thing
things start to get better.
Then, you know you have learned something
you might be able to pass on to another.
This whole thing isn’t as big a deal
as we make it seem cause’
when it’s all over
you’ll forget everything.
Whine all ya’ want.
No ears hear our cries
but our own.
If you could take all of this with you when you
finally leave this place many of us call reality,
We will all look back and only then learn it was only temporary
So, you call all of this living, don’t you?
It’s not so real even though it seems so.
Yet, it is as real as real gets
and we have to deal with it
or suffer penalty
of a lonely life.
The pain tells you so.
It jabs you.
That ‘s how it reminds you
that you’re still here in one piece.
That sharp pin prick gets you
right where it hurts the most
you keep puttin’ your hands
where you know
they don’t belong
because you think
to do as you please.
There are voices that don’t play anymore.
Places that aren’t there anymore
like those old buildings you used to
walk by on the way to
that stand no more.
Something became invisible you don’t recognize anymore.
Much more than that, you’ve forgotten more than you
You change your mind
like all the others do
thinking all that’s OK
because everyone does it,
and then you pay the price
for forgetting what you
Things become new,
Things get old,
Things are crooked,
And, the soul gets old.
In other’s minds and hearts
You are not you
You and I have become someone else
in our own minds.
our hearts have changed
we keep in our back
we pull them out
to hang on the wall,
we go away,
and trip on a crack on the
sidewalk and fall down,
into yet another
of life’s experiences;
looking side to side,
over our shoulders,
scratching our heads
from time to time…