These Days (293/365)

These days
I can't imagine what thirty more years will bring
I've lived so many lives already
These days
I still take on too much
I need to be more sensitive to the balance
These days
Are nothing like I pictured they would be
What a thrill, what a life
These days

Sensitive (290/365)

Most people are too fucking sensitive
Including me
We hold onto things too long
We let pain take up residence
Without growing from it
Write a summary from the parts you understood
Then throw the rest to the winds
Do us all that favor
Your life doesn't have to be spotless or normal
To live boldly in hope of a better tomorrow

Sing (288/365)

It's so easy to forget the dream
What's real
The trash of our illusions
Fills up our houses
Meditate always on love
On music
Only these are true
I keep thinking
If I could only write a song
And sing it on a stage
Then I would know who I am