It still doesn’t matter how many times, I keep getting worse at saying goodbye, to the friends that I’ve had and I’ve made on the way, to the present becoming the past and I say, that I’m growing I’m changing so much, but the truth is I keep falling back out of touch, with my self and my heart and the place it belongs, I keep moving and running and singing new songs, to cover the pain of the things that I lose, to hide from the future and accept the truth, that I’m moving towards ending my clock’s running out, I can fight all I want but I won’t win this bout, I keep looking and searching for something that’s here, sitting in front me and my face it’s so clear, that I’ve found it I’m lucky in every which way, I’ve been blessed by the greatest and there is no way, that my gander will find anything more than now, I’ve been lifted to heights by the things that surround, my life and my soul man the people they ground, me right in this moment they make me see me, they give me so much I am starting to see, what I have and I know that it’s one of a kind. It’s love and it’s joy and it’s all fucking mine...

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