I want to believe that I’m feeling more like myself today
but I’m not really sure what that means right now
The mirror and I haven’t seen eye to eye of late
so I’ve been trying to look deeper inside instead
Joseph Campbell said that man’s ideal age is 35
so I’ve grown two years past my prime
My expiration date is dust in the wind
but I swear I still feel young at heart
The angel of mercy cracked open the sky
and sent the light to burn away my fears
But I kept wearing these dark sunglasses
while wondering why the message wouldn’t sink in
All of these lessons we bring upon ourselves
when evolution starts banging down the doors
There are monsters waiting across the divide
so come armed with peace to slay them with love
The prophet of wisdom smashed open my pride
and blinded me with what I thought was death
But I kept crawling until the shadows lifted
and the weight of my sorrow was graced with reprieve
I want to believe that I’m feeling more like myself today
as the hours pass by with the patience of trees
It takes a long time to get where life takes us
so stretch out your limbs as the wind makes them wings