hi

who ever you are

or we are

or i am

before you can look at anyone else

you must first look at yourself

profit

the greatest curse of all

conflicts

our greatest conflicts

are with our self

being

can you be with the here and the now

with who ever comes through the door

and with who ever you happen to be

when you manage to go to the door

open minded

so little of that in our time

love is not a performance

love is a state of being

amidst our habitual complaining

we have lost the ability to love

much time has passed

much time has passed since i was young
not much has really changed

the game goes on and i'm still here
not changed  -  but re-arranged

my heart still cries  -  i love it so
and spring still brings me joy

yes i'm alive and i don't mind
inside i'm still a boy

much time has passed yet i still play
in this land of terror

no more to hang my head and cry
i don't regret the error

mistakes were made  -  i bless them so
for through them i did learn

if you're  going to play the game
you better learn to burn


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the greatest gift of all

the greatest gift of all

is to be comfortable

with ones personal situation

what matters

the past is not what matters

the here and now are what matters

trying to be nice

all that means is

i don't know how to be nice

wandering

wandering

no goal in sight

no more seeking for the right

the time has come to play it dumb

on and on through wind and rain
no more for the heart to strain

take it slow

don't make a show

accept life soft
and just refrain

no more  -  kiss the girls
and make them squeal

no more  -  make up jokes
and some you steal

the way of peace is found inside
no longer from the truth to hide

our daily bread is all we need
no more the human ego feed

let it go  -  the foolish playing
all the foolish hope and praying

the quiet life does suit me now
tho being here i don't know how

but feeling peaceful
is sure more fun
than anxious wanting

all the needing is just in our heads

just tormenting ourselves with
foolish thought

we don't have to do that

it's just a habit we picked up along the way

submission

life is not about submitting to who your facing

life is about submitting to who you are

once before man took up dreaming

once -  before man took up dreaming
lost himself in all this scheming
life was lived within the order
life itself its own recorder

but in time a change took place
somewhere in the human race
from the truth we turned away
deception's now the game we play

the price is high for this digression
our sickness is the hearts confession
still the spirit seeks to free us
from the shrouds that so conceal us

the heart must face the truth of life
an open mind will end the strife
but we must no more fear the truth
for man to regain his lost youth

want

it you want anything from life

you probably aren't really alive

judgement

everyone passes judgement on their self

by how they respond to life

the top of my list

all the girls i've known

are at the top of my list

blinds

what if safari can't find the blinds

who am i

a pipeliners kid