Jon.

Brothers

Hurricane.

No I’m not alright
I know that I’m not right
A steering wheel don’t mean you can drive
A warm body don’t mean I’m alive
No I’m not alright
I know that I’m not right
Feels like I travel but I never arrive
I want to thrive not just survive..

Walking along the high tideline

Watching the pacific from the sidelines

I wonder what it means to live together

Looking for more than just guidelines

Looking for signs in the night sky

Wishing that i wasn’t such a nice guy

I wonder what it means to live forever

I wonder what it means to die.

This is the start, this is your heart

This is the day you were born

This is the sun, these are your lungs

This is the day you were born

These are the scars deep in your heart

This is the place you were born

This is the hole where most of your soul comes ripping out

From the places you’ve been torn!

And i am always yours!

These days pass me by

I dream with open eyes

Nightmares haunt my days

Visions blur my nights

I’m so confused

What’s true of false

What’s fact or fiction after all

I feel like I’m an apparition’s pet

But you haven’t lost me yet !

Mr. Foreman !