(asongforanoldfriend)

Its so easy being sad.
Too easy these days to get lost.
This path was never clear, always curved, broken and jealous.
So many instants of passion and justice, sorrow and love that instant seems to be all we've got-
but its not.
Entrys and exits so beautiful like wedding ribbons and funeral blacks and greys.
Tears and glory, triumph and tragedy.
Songs we sang as children.
No idea how or where growing up would take us.
In this terribly beautiful space we are all but blowing leaves.
So many of us are born and die in the suburbs , in the cities, in the wide open starry eye'd country.
Us gifted ones, us spoiled rotten.
Its so much harder to be content then it is to stand up straight and smile.
Hurricane eyes a small glowing child not yet hardened by this tempestous gail.
Stay young at heart and steeled with will.
Find something that makes you happy.
A boy, a girl, an electric guitar.
How long can you go with booze, cocaine and longing?
Before you completely lose sight of that little kid that once stood in your place.
Eyes wild and bright burgeoning teeming with life and fight.
Thats the person I want back thats the one that I miss.
That calming innocence like a glass filled up with all the things I never had the courage to speak.
Those holes empty you out like some vessel that has gone and sprung a leak.
Its so easy being sad.
Its too easy to get lost.
Find your way.
Before it costs you all that you've got.