hes just a brooklyn boy in a san diego winter remix

you can lead a horse to water but you cant make it drink

tis the same with man in certain cases
you can lead a man to the brink but he must be the one to jump, make that step unless hes possesed/

its like im in my body but i have no control
im losing all feeling
i dont know where im going just going through the motions,
im on the brink but i cant take the final step, i wont bc its not in me, ok maybe it is but thats not the point.

i miss him, i really do. i though we were co dependent, never really crossing path but the nightly routine seemed to hoold up adn never break. 6 years is a long time to be apart, we, i am never really in his league. im always outside looking in, on my older brother.
the water hits the dam, about to spill over.

i started middle school, he was leaving highschool, i was almost to high school, he was gone, its like the gap was never made bc you cant have a gap between 2 being that never connected.

he never knew it but i always follwed him but failed everytime in comparison
drums
classes to photography, im on the edge but will i jump
has history already proven i cant trace his outline, cant follow his footsteps in the sand and snow

maybe it has, have i ever listened

he never knew but i take his advice differently then everyone elses, always have, will always.

Sandy Footprints

Unforgetable-Nat King Cole

Treads, not tire treads
but the treads we as humans leave behind us on the beach, our foot prints or shoe impressions
there is a mass or wealth of stories to be told from the ebach and thos impressions
whos going where, whered they come from, did they take the tiem to remove their shoes and go barefoot on the warm sadn?
i dont know, only the shoe can tell the tales

The times are a changin-Bob Dylan

why are some clearer than others?
is it weight related, or something else, liek the speed of the person
the way they were running, landing on the sand wiht a silent splat and the energy from them transfered to the sand itself

but i want to know who they are, where they have been adn where they are going
that poises a more interesting tale, a tale worth telling

are they rich or poor
a mild background or one that echeos the halls with violence

are they running to something, or from

i was there for a view, with a mild background wiht a war torn future, for the wolrd to witness. I meandered to my destination. Not tosay i wasnt in a hurry but i am pacing myself.

Hallejulah-Leonard Cohens

I hate to dissapoint my parents but its time i see what i can do, what im made of
its long past due, i need to fly or fall, i hope i can fly because i dont ahve wings yet

wheres my freedom
wheres my future, wheres the key
i want to know and i want to gamble it all on what i knew and know
i want it to be as sturdy as the Roman Pillars, standing strong

Can i make it, will I?
Am i scared, not as much as i should be
do i want it, yes

its long past checkout and ill go ahead and pay the price

Should i tell her

i want to tell her how i feel
of all the things bottled up inside me
waiting to burst like a cork on New Years eve
that i care
i want a chance to be the guy beside her
i know i would try my best but id fall short
becasue i am not perfect adn tahts what she deserves.
im a cliche 90s tv show,
shes the girl dancing in the moon light

i end in 30 mins
she lasts the night

oh how the thought of my hand cusping her hand is like the knife made of glass, delicate but as sharp as death wanted

i dont want to hold her back, shes been cut deep and ripped apart. i can try to help but only if she will let me, my only comfort would come in beating that guy's face in but thats never a solution
oh how one day i wish it could be

i wish, upon this night
for her