my room is a mess
letters unopened
guitar hung up
desk disarrayed
bills exploding
enigmas unfolding
family drama
friends friending
rhymes frustrating
take the day off
new years it is
another one here
promises to keep
another one filled with fear
we give the world the authority
to motivate us morally
so why not change for the good
as a gift for God
and for the betterment of society.
my verses get longer with persistence of the drama
the world is a big place and even bigger if you can't step up
just setup and fed up are those that can't push up
passion in life just quenched by that drive
that reverse drive that says we'll knock one back while our eyes
looking forward think that one day they're matching strides
with a step that has set it's pace towards the prize
through a mind that has let the hope capsize
we're not pressing towards the goal
Paul knows the words
he's got this verse that we like or we don't
but we're still just joining gyms
and singing hymns
and becoming better people
only to people under the steeple
or in the starbucks line
because it's only those times that make us feel fine.
possibly a product of a just a cyclical culture
oh next year i'll do that thing i've been thinking to do
i'll wait for the day when changing is easier
i'll wait for the time when doing the hard thing is easier
i'll wait for the day when someone other than me
can force me to do the things i need to be me
force me to do the things that make me
the person i should be
but til then i'll just wait
wait for the bait
the culture says wait
slow it back down
don't strain yourself
you've had a long day.
well my room's still a mess
i've still got letters unopened
and though my rhymes are a mess
i think it's time to open my letters
one thing at a time
one day at a time
baby steps
where's my list?
I need to resolve my new years.
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