I'm just a simple man with a simple plan, to ride the wave and leave the enclave. I'm thinking hard on what to do and what to become. Thinking about where to go and where I should have gone .
I'm just a simple man with a simple plan to make it well and make it right. I'm excited about the things I know and worried about the things I don't.
I'm a flying man with many pains, with a pocket filled with dreams and emptiness in my soul. I can't imagine tomorrow without the pains of today and the truth without the hurt of the lie. In this memoir, I scribble the random thoughts of everything I thought really hurt.
I feel better about my life and love, I laugh better when I'm with you my love. You tell me things that I only dream of, you hold me with your effervescent free love. In times of war and hours of peace, the minute minute of nothingness to keep. The older I get, the better I become, I'm rolling in the deep and swimming in the drum.
On top of the hill, the goats play. Congruent souls dance under the solstice. The glittery substance of immense value fuels the cake walk leading to the nadir. So here we are with hearing so bad, with earrings stuff and herrings swimming by. Losing my mind but clutching to the moments that keep me rooted to the bottom of the line.
So I'm just a simple man, please let me fly. Let me learn or let me die. Let the stars shine bright and straight into my eye, let the dreams I hold on to keep me from falling to rock bottom and hopefully, I will be a better man at the end of the day. I'm just a simple man.
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