Two Paths

Two paths, which one shall I go down?
Between a world of hate and a world of fate
I like to wake up with the sun and pants on the post
And the life I know comes with a bottle of beer

I was raised to go to church and work hard everyday
My mom made dinner while my dad worked in the yard
Us kids did our homework then biked up and down the block
Then at the family table we all were forced to talk

     Now it's all a part of me
     And it's getting so hard to see
     What can't be seen
     But what must be felt

As we all grew up, we all moved far away
But we still all called that old house home
And every winter, it felt good to be back together
And share a glass from my dad's old scotch bottle

     It's still all a part of me
     And it's been so hard to see
     How it was real
     And continues to be

Now we're all grown up and chasing our own lives
And the infinite choices can make us paralyzed
So I'm getting used to deciding on my own
How far I'll roam and where I'll make my own home

     It was all a part of me
     And I no longer can see
     Where I am
     Who I'll be

     I can't let go of me
     I am ready to see
     How who I was
     Defines who I'll be

Musings - August 13, 2011

Feeling like I caught the sight

Of a girl’s glance in the night

     I took her by the hand and led her to the band

That makes everything all right

My arm across her shoulder

When she leaned I wasn’t bolder

     The moment passed, I missed the cast

Now she’s a fish in the pond

There I with false hope, not to elope

     But merely dancing

In our two young hearts, playing the parts

     Of a couple kids romancing

As the years roll by

Her memory’s always nigh

     Steeped with loss, openly

Turning back the clock

My heart becomes a rock

     With my sister I fought, she always thought

That I should walk off a dock

Jumping in the dark water

I tried to acquiesce her

     But it never would do, each said we’re through

Now I am left competing

With the pleasures of herself, I myself

     Left in the cold

Her impression struck me dear

     Her venom nae growing old

Now that we are mature

Let’s admit that we’re not pure

     Steeped with loss, openly

These thoughts prove burdensome

Stewing costs a hefty sum

     What they say is true that the things we do

Define who we become

This lesson will surely teach

To treat life like a peach

     Equipped with this, I shan’t expect bliss

’Twas not the story penned

Rather an epic, prolific

     Moments pass before us

Hold each other tightly for

     All moments end, they must

The clock I will rewind

Live by my heart sans mind

     Steeped with loss, openly

     Steeped with loss, fruitfully