I won't rewrite anything old
I don't feel like creating anything new,
I'll just leak my heart unto this paper
and pray that the message still reaches you.
I look back into the eyes
of myself from yesterdays
and wonder what he thought
when he saw my eyes of today
looking at him the day before
young, strong, and confident
life offers
to give him a free ride
to any place his heart
desires to go
time is not money
but he has plenty of it.
He looks into my eyes
and he tries
to realize
WHO I AM....
Just who am I?
I am the second thought
that doesn't get paid
I am that "I'll get to it later after I get laid"
I am the wise words of old men
saying "don't wait too late!"
" Put God before anything!"
"Keep your lil man suited up"
"Don't trust no woman
except your mama"
Who am I?
JUST WHO I AM...
I am those worried nights
I am the time served
giving to you by life.
I am the deep breaths
after excitement.
I am the "Who cares if you don't like me"
I am the pace car,
the Eddie Bauer version
of the race car.
But he doesn't recognize me.
Opportunity has walked by him
with the prettiest face
and body to match
and Im just the end result
of his failed plan.
a plan he will not give much thought to
until He becomes ME!
Until present time
holds the company of him, failure, and what if's.
Anger tries to sit close to me now
But God is sitting a little closer
He has become my best friend.
Disappointment has chosen to go back again
and stand beside
the eyes that do recognize me....
the eyes that call me DAD!