SOMETHING FROM NOTHING
Where do I go when there is nowhere to go
What do I do when there is nothing to do
How do I cope when there is nothing to cope with
What else can I see where all has been seen
Who can I tell when I can't turn to you
What do I say when all has been said
When is a person not just a blank slate
Why do I feel like I haven't come up for air
What do I want from myself to be human
Full of meaning and hope, filled with
glittering thoughts
What is the plan when there isn't a course
What is the way when the road has been ridden
Where is the guide when none can be found
What is the legend where there are only footnotes
Where is is the surface when all is below
Why are the stars hidden and forlorn
When will the triumphs outweigh the trimmed thoughts
What will be left when all has been said
Filled with fresh songs, I chirp like a bird
In control of myself, in control of my destiny
How is the journey when postcards won't do
Can I tell you my future, my wanton desire
Can I share my indulgence, my personal path
Can I tell you my legacy, my heart, it is full
I sleep well and I dream, I lust and I cry
I go to the well where I drink in the dark
Put my face in the water, let it drown out all else
'till I pull my head out and look out at the world
I see a road to somewhere, both here and afar
Only dreams really matter, only sky is still here
Nothing else is important but the joy of pursuit
When I find it, I'll tell you, shout loud, be a hawk
Screeching like a father in sight of new child
Sharing diligence, cutting distance, making castles
Moving forward.
Being someone that is me.
But how do I do that with others not around
Who do I talk to, what do I say,
How do I stare at the nothingness and laugh
Something is in there, finding it is my task.