i could make some digestive jokes

oh the days we used to know
when youth was new and being young seemed still far off
so uninhibited
we'd sing songs and think thoughts
not scared of surroundings
maybe, actually, probably molded by them
speak words
everything was novel and normal and solid and fluid
the beauty of still not fully developed mindbrainsouls
sounds pejorative, immaturity
but the face of a child, the faith of a child
is something i want back

i'm luckier than some, maybe it's got naught to do with luck
play and feel, love intensely and the rest is detail
but don't forget the detail
take note:
every good and perfect thing is a gift
usually can't tell, my vision's got limits
put on my glasses to see clearer but then realize that you just gotta close your eyes
and don't forget to open them

livin' in vanity, no short of insanity
go through the motions but then never see
that there's more
in the ocean water the radio show and dim candlelight
among the baby mamas and slow-growing flowers
babe it just takes time
gotta wait a little until you see
the irony
give things labels and lose the soul behind it
what the hell, you're just being mediated
ridin on assumptions takin prejudice as truth
fillin in everyone else's blanks
then lose some friends, lose it all, what's it worth
i'm constantly dancing on the hyphen
sold out but still here
wondrin' about strength courage and wisdom

so act a fool, lose your mind
feel a bit, feel the beat, you ain't wastin time

run like ink of india
be fine like china
ready to breath ready to see
ready to break out and finally be
uncertain but trustin
life's not on hold, no such thing
my friend
once told me
we puttin on each other's shoes
and that's what i'm here to do
i've got hopes and expectations, you said
life ain't no joke but it's for life that we tryin to live
motivate your mind your kind be kind your kin akin be keen to things you've seen
you said
God protects babies and fools
I know not I am who?
be foolish childish? child-like, like a child completely dependent
get it straight, the cross ain't just a pendant
parallel perspective them some pretty words
stop with the words
we know too much, just shut us up
and tell me your story.