04.17.08

felt every bit of my 39 years,
maybe a dozen more for good measure,
been walking two miles a day,
still didn't prepare me for two minutes on the board,
just the way it goes/what did i expect,
hopping mad by the end of my session,
but you get what you give,
and i ain't given anything yet,
lost no blood or sweat,
have yet to sacrifice a bit at all,
can't just expect to hop back onboard,
when i don't deserve shiite,
story of my life so far,
day by day gotta give,
try to improve little by little,
sometimes i just need to shut up and live,
see what life brings me and be aware,
growing and changing everyday,
the real work behind the scenes,
sometimes giant leaps or small steps,
go with the flow and ride the wave,
the simplest acts sometimes the hardest,
getting back up after wiping out,
wipe away the blood and try again,
someday when i'm much older and grayer,
i look back and remember these golden days,
a simple man just trying to live,
to give the best that he had,
even for a few short moments,
a fainting glimpse of something greater,
unbound from gravity's pull,
a brief shining moment in the sun,
inbetween soul decaying days behind a desk,
discovered a self that never went away,
discovering and creating all the while,
lost in the pages so very long,
forgot how to live and love,
this very moment wasting away,
remembering the things that take my breath away,
remembering what it is to be happy again,
back on the board and headed in the right direction,
going whichever which way the day may take me,
i'm alive/so alive/i'm alive...