Going

Holding on too tightly
Insecurity memory loss
Who cares tomorrow
When the gift of no grudge
Comes freely

Let it go
Let it go
Let it go

None of it truly matters
The higher stature
Is the least of worries
He who cares less
Will pass the test

You are not controlled
By unwillfull beliefs
To stick to some other religion
For bearing witness to a thing

Rise above the pit
Think of it as liberation
Free bird

One less thing to mark
Your territory with
Unnecessary quips
And glib that interrupts
A psalm for life

Balmy and courageous
Brave and beautiful
Rise up from the grave
Of your own pertinence

Be exhumed from
The weighted peril
Of mental anguish
And the commentary of
A lower lipped vibration

Let it go
Let it go
Let it go

Song of freedom
Drop the pride
You have nothing to prove
We have nothing to hide

© GÄ

Out

Easy way out it could be considered
Take the long way home for me
Tonsorial effects kept the pennies rolling
In a somnambulating sort of way
At the time it was the only option to get by

A career did result from it so’s
Not to be waisted but feels hollow
Mostly without you being there
You can’t despise me
Any more than I despise myself
I don’t think you do at all really

Self deprecation is a personal affair
A jungle gym of insecurity you know
Running rungs one by one
Head above water that sort of stuff
But you couldn’t keep yours up
I never thought that would mean
How it sounds in this lifetime
At least even writing it down

As the days go by and we become less young
I think about youth and how much
Everything didn’t matter as much
As it does when we grow older
Shocking isn’t it? That’s sarcasm!

Struck me cold it did
Well worth finding it’s enough to
Dream of sitting in big chairs with someone
After it’s too late
Doing something of great purpose
A significance I wished for with you
Business in the future world
Now I do it for you

I can’t help but wonder if
You got the easy way out?
No maintaining bones and teeth
When you’re not on the earth
I can’t imagine any of us
Doing it deliberately but when you
Feel like the rope is frayed
It’s easier to let go of it
No need to think about
Doctors and dentistry like me
Or those of us that stick around
If you have any proclivity to stay

No drama for hysterics anymore either just
Empty promises and self preservation
Which ends on a sour note if we
Find ourselves safely wrapped in a freedom
Without hyperactively departing from the other
Or arguments with no reasoning
In a precious vault of loneliness
Who could hope for anything
But an exit
Why should we? Why do we then…

…keep going

© GÄ