I’ve been afraid, hiding myself away for a while lately-
But long dreams and brisk nights enhanced my style greatly-
Realizing what it is that I admire,
Minor chords, deep love, and conversations by the fire.
I’ve got thanks to give,
Thanks to everyone I’ve ever known.
Everybody I neglected here’s the love I should’ve shown.
Man, what’s a song? What’s a poem?
I may never know.
Everything I felt I either wrote or tried to find a note.
But sometimes I wish I’d hold back, burn all my notepads,-
Say exactly what’s on my mind out loud and have ‘em quote that.
I’m lost, but we all are and everybody knows that.
I’m gone, far from normal and I’m hoping I don’t go back.