I've broken my shackles and I'm on my own again. I'm picking up my guitar and writing myself love songs. Life is a whirlwind, everything has been uprooted and is getting curiouser and curiouser. Further down the rabbit hole we go and I'm trying to find the light. But if you know me at all then you already know all that.
My nose has been to the grindstone and my heart has been somewhere across the oceans. I'm racking up my long distance minutes trying to get in touch with it and beg it to come home so I can feel something real again if only for just a moment, just once. I need something or somebody else to swim in because I'm drowning in myself. Nobody seems to pay much mind though, so I'm not really going to complain. I'm going to sit back and be patient, watch the flowers grow, watch the stars twinkle and the sun rise. After all, life is what you make it, isn't it? You attract what it is that you focus on and eventually it all comes back to you and that's what you become. So I'm going to be beauty and laughter and nurturing and radiance and light even if it means being it alone and nobody pays any attention and in good time all good things will come. It's all going to steer itself. Look ma, no hands. I'm surrendering.