touch the tide.

to write my life, to elevate my world

im in search of somthin beautiful..

i must watch you all unfold,

read the pages on all your faces.

im not sure but ive been told..

to follow truth where ever it may go.

the jingle of a thrift shop bell

loose change fallin to the ground

simple sounds signify im alive,

life is a song. i will harmonize.

with my voice as company,

i can never be alone.

to touch this microphone,

i arrive home.

to push my vocal cords

and send them on a trip,

up high and down low..

they jump from my lips.

these musical notes,

are sailing boats.

is it possible, to sketch my own life?

with colors of

comfort and delight.

maybe my sun will rise on the other side..

ill sink to the bottom of the sea,

taking every ray of sunlight

down there with me.

and maybe my sun will rise on the other side.

and my stress will be lost in the oceans tide.