I've been told to stop playing silly little games
Doodling nonsense on a once upon a time blank page But when I don't things as once were aren't the same I don't grow anymore but my mind begins to age I'm afraid of jumping the abyss that I might fall It sure looks lonely down there with all those people inside And I don't want to just be more writing on the wall But at least I'll die knowing (what I've done and) that I tried I can't ever be the best the I can be Because I wasn't taught that way Too much a drifter riding other's dreams I'll never be more than a stowaway You don't hear much about artists in my family tree I have fame and fortune that I was never heir to I'm both running from and towards responsibility Sifting through old parchment for what in me is true The size of the library I've found is overwhelming The size of my mind a severe disappointment My choice of company not very at all telling Of the reason's for their unwilling anointment I can't ever find the whole of me And never learn to seize the day Just a thieving drifter riding others dreams I'll never be more than a stowaway Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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September 2016
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