Never let the sun go down
with a frown on your face.
It’s your life.
You can set your own pace.
Never make decisions in haste
cause it’s your future you’re deciding,
what’s the point of obliging
and abiding to social traditions
and commitments when you can create
your own original ambitions,
to abide by and alter.
Just change the rules when they falter.
I wish so bad, yes I do.
To find someone like her but what do I do?
I don’t know how to approach her
and tell her how I feel.
I don’t know if this love is real.
Love in my eyes has always been premature,
a kind of teenage seal.
But this love is not trivial.
When I’m with her, everything seems so surreal:
like it’s the real deal seeming so ideal.
Like all my problems and hesitations suddenly healed.
But no, I’m told it won’t last.
“You’re going too damn fast” they say,
not giving me a chance.
Why does nature have to be this way?
Condemning, accusing,
reproving before motivating,
inspiring, and rousing.
I guess that’s just the way life is,
never forgiving and never forgetting,
all opposite to God’s infinite giving.
There are songs about love and songs about hate,
but in the end it’s your own fate,
your own life to create,
your own character to shape,
NEVER fake.
Be real.
Be true.
Be the changing ferris wheel.
Perpetual, sustaining,
never deviating, overturning.
