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Butterfly, Better Fly, Original

United The Rest Of Our Days

I asked the question “What Does My Future Look Like?” and then I answered the question with this…

They say you are the average
of the five people closest to you
That’s why they’re gone with wind,
they’re vapors now just ghosts to you
And you look to them to see
the reflection of who you were
As they leave your past
perception becomes a beautiful blur
I see the drinking stinkin thinking
leaving me blinking at a brighter tomorrow
The ways of shading all my fading praise
to celebrate yesterday’s sorrow
I was a king, then a boy, then a bastard…
at least that’s what they told me
I wore a crown then a frown then
disaster released the poisons they sold me
I wasn’t blessed just stressed and
lesser than everyone else in the race
Later on I’d be gone from the
throng of voices in my inner space
So I drew to me those who flew to me
because they knew me in their own delusion
That we would realize with unreal eyes
the visions of a dream that was our illusion

But then the mirror cracked…
And now I see…

Handshakes and heartaches
healed with calm and connection
Tough breaks and mistakes
seen as steps in the right direction
Half hugs from past thugs
turned moguls in positive ways
Healing times cross all lines that
unite us for the rest of our days
United the rest of our days

What of the king that was
what of his royal divinity
What of the heart of a warrior
that from birth was put into me
What of the intuition that positions
you between the past and present
What of the compassion that fast cast
your life as a lack of the pleasant
What of the truth that was your proof
that you weren’t put here by chance
What of the signs seen by your third eye
this music is here for you now dance
What of the teaching the preaching the upraised hands
reaching for the lighter side of the Force
They were crawling on water you showed up Skywalker
So they raised up their game, of course
When they came back with Who Is He
to come and say how life should be
I hope you told them who it be
and showed them all the light in me
Lighting up the recesses with no more time to play
Igniting up the pretenses those lies were yesterday
Sizing up the defenses bringing runners home today
Unblinding youth to the truth of their light with no delay

And now I see…

Handshakes and heartaches
healed with calm and connection
Tough breaks and mistakes
seen as steps in the right direction
Half hugs from past thugs
turned moguls in positive ways
Healing times cross all lines that
unite us for the rest of our days
United the rest of our days

So what’s new what’s changed
where did this new man come from
How did this sucker become sweet
instead of a lemon-headed dum-dum
How did the light in his sight
pierce the night to show a brighter dawn
When did the gloom in the room
that spoke doom get told to move along
He turned his eyes around, turned ears inside
to vision and voice tuned into insight
Tuned out the haters so-called friends
Now and Laters and found within a new might
So to the lyric he clasped and in the sun he basked
so the Father would see his creation new
To the gospel of wind from without to within
to bother lies that have no place in you
I pay my tithes to love and raise my sights above
the horizon where they place their lies
I spit the truth to all and let the proof now fall
so his story ends with a surprise
So said the man in the mirror the present just got clearer
we’re not ending we are only beginning
When the new story’s told to the young to the old
we’ll redefine what it means to be winning

And we’ll all see…

Handshakes and heartaches
healed with calm and connection
Tough breaks and mistakes
seen as steps in the right direction
Half hugs from past thugs
turned moguls in positive ways
Healed times cross all lines
that unite us for the rest of our days
United for the rest of our days

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About carpebootium

I am a modern-day pirate. I travel the world and trade in today's currency, information. I sail through opportunity, comedy, history and strategy to turn turbulent into tournament, chaotic into cathartic, and embarrassing into emboldening. There are none who should fear me save two: Those who have what I want and those who get in my way. Are you done sailing your calm waters with strong undertow? Have you your fill of empty treasure and oasis destinations? Well good...come and join my crew! We're a lively lot from all over the world but be forewarned...anyone attempting to drop anchor will be thrown overboard, shot, harpooned and then marooned on an isle of cannibals. We move on! If you are ready...welcome aboard the Carpe Bootium!

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