Stunt
Stunt my own creations
No I ain’t Tom Cruise
Impossible Mission
Long road short fuse
Time on task and elbow grease
To pay my dues
Churning butter in a vacum
What’s the use
Doubt reminds
You deserve more abuse
Fear flickers like a candle
Darkness is my muse
Tell me I can't
Now watch me stunt
Caught in the Middle
I'm learning to listen
Finely tuned by years doubting my intuition
It starts with recognition
But ends with release and submission
Gut instincts rumble with fluttering thoughts
Between the two the heart is caught
Yearning for love
Begging to be heard
Seeing the Sea
Even the ocean loses its charm
Undulating waves fall flat
Salty air smells stale
Our mind tricks us into making the magical mundane
We slip into routine
Blind to beauty
Deaf to crashing waves
Resisting the soothing withdrawal of water over the sand
It takes our inner light to illuminate
What's right before our eyes
We already have the prize
Birds Eye View
Maybe birds are chirping us
Laughing at our feeble attempts to control
Navigating our monolith structures
That disrupt a bird's directionless flutters
Branch to branch
Not planning before leaping
No set direction
While we buzz between behemoths
Asserting to the best of our ability
Staving off surrender
The Rejection of Introspection
Doing inner work but can't change the world around me
I'm the only person who ever seems to doubt me
Daydream all day running from the inner critic
Maybe it'll get better if I write another lyric
Don't digest my own medicine like a bulimic
My only good ideas are when my head hits the pillow
In reality they wilt from branch to weeping willow
Dreams of expression and genuine connection
I'm left with loose ends braided tightly, introspection