This is not a love song it is more of a Requiem. When we think of death we like to think that it will never happen to us, so we hide our faces and and bury our thoughts in the latest technology and what would make our lives more easier. But I want to challenge you to think of something that truly makes you happy. Do you know what happiness is? Have you ever experienced joy? Don't turn me off, bear with me. At the heart of our unrequited love lies an inner child, that if expressed might take us into a new level of being human. I am not asking you to be a kid, and as repulsive as that seems to your logical mind, I am asking you to be child like. I think I have lost you. At the heart of every person lies the desire to be loved purely.
What you are longing for is not another beer, but to feel the throb and pulse of a person who has become fully alive. You ask what you will have to give up...nothing. Does that sound familiar? Everything comes with a price, but I am asking you to be fully alive. All you have to do is live. Sound to easy? Maybe you've been asked this question before and maybe you think it is outdated? What do you want to be when you grow up..... I'm 39 you say and isn't it a little too late to be asking myself these questions? I'm not asking you to reinvent the wheel all I'm asking for is a little bit of your memory.
If I was to paint a picture about everything and all that you hoped your life would be, would it include, butterflies per se? Or is your interior house full of cob webs and stale Cheetos and things that if pulled out, you be so ashamed to show your face in public ever again. I ask you once again what do you want to be when you grow up? I think you are on your way and that person who just cut you of in traffic has a dinner date tonight with a friend of mine and when you meet her you'll say to yourself "What a lovely time we had at Derick's house tonight. Maybe we should do it again when we are sober. There is allot I can teach you about the birds and the bees but it seems you've made up your mind that the best place for you to be is in a place where Derick wears a tutu and that song that you really like is always played on the radio so you can rest in peace that there will be work to do but not the kind that will kill you. Shazam!
What you are longing for is not another beer, but to feel the throb and pulse of a person who has become fully alive. You ask what you will have to give up...nothing. Does that sound familiar? Everything comes with a price, but I am asking you to be fully alive. All you have to do is live. Sound to easy? Maybe you've been asked this question before and maybe you think it is outdated? What do you want to be when you grow up..... I'm 39 you say and isn't it a little too late to be asking myself these questions? I'm not asking you to reinvent the wheel all I'm asking for is a little bit of your memory.
If I was to paint a picture about everything and all that you hoped your life would be, would it include, butterflies per se? Or is your interior house full of cob webs and stale Cheetos and things that if pulled out, you be so ashamed to show your face in public ever again. I ask you once again what do you want to be when you grow up? I think you are on your way and that person who just cut you of in traffic has a dinner date tonight with a friend of mine and when you meet her you'll say to yourself "What a lovely time we had at Derick's house tonight. Maybe we should do it again when we are sober. There is allot I can teach you about the birds and the bees but it seems you've made up your mind that the best place for you to be is in a place where Derick wears a tutu and that song that you really like is always played on the radio so you can rest in peace that there will be work to do but not the kind that will kill you. Shazam!
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