knee deep in the life that i prescribe—
I wake up, a little, from a shitty week,
chasing the dragon and his diatribe.
tell me why, my darling, our life would peak:
I don’t know about you, but I’ll be fine,
thinking on all that I’ve done with my time,
walking, for the world, a thin blue line.
Finding someone to love can’t be a crime:
Well, I’d settle, no less, for those like me;
no longer going for my opposite,
a task that looked better for being free—
i invest something, now, in what i remit,
a woman that i can’t hope to define.
but it feels good to let go of the past,
making room for that which would be mine
celibate for a while, and having a blast.
On top of the world for being different,
sticking to the edge that makes her so great—
loving me like her body was for rent,
separated, in this life, from a soul mate . . .
I step up, then, to the plate. She loves me so,
that much i know, sticking, now, to my base,
living for the life I’ll never outgrow.
Don’t tell me, then, to pick up the pace,
I’m where I want to be, married to the life,
going solo for decades because it felt right
going to eat my words and take a wife
sore eyes, dear heart, recognize my plight
Now that i found you, I’ll never let go—
steering clear of that which can’t understand
this feeling i have for the ones I know,
loving what, for Jesus, goes as planned,
forgiving the sins that made me a man.
I don’t know what my woman loves more,
doing exactly what she thinks she can,
or taking inspiration from what we adore,
a world that allows for a family—
and, simultaneously, proves our worth,
doing something that makes people happy,
living in harmony with our mother earth
i bounce back, then, from this depression
falling out of love with a city girl—
giving me, i think, the wrong impression
making me think I like to quarrel