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