is there anything more real than reality?
is there anything sweeter than poetry?
i’ve tasted regret, it was so bitter!
but i’ve learned to cook well,
and it’s tasting a whole lot better,
i’ve held hands for a moment,
with the perfect person,
i can still feel him,
i live the unperfect life,
in the unperfect world,
full of unperfect people,
i often wonder why i was put here on earth,
“man, what am i here for!”
i’ve never sang this song, with its words unsearchful,
sometimes i can’t forgive,
’cause i’ve never been a hero,
i’ve been afraid to live life, and yet not live at all,
i had a spirit, it was alive,
i was young and starry eyed,
I still can’t remember when i died,
this place is filled with voices of ten thousand people,
Sometimes i think i must, ’cause i can almost touch you,
blow me the dust,
it’s one thing i wont have to show you,
to laugh, to cry,
to forgive, to fly,
to dance, to sing,
to forget what hinders, and questions like why,
to just believe, the simple heard truth,
and just keep writing, not looking for proof,
is there anything more real………..?




