moving on and moving up
your standard i nolonger, strive for
i make use of my days; in a joyful way..when i can
like the standard i to have bad days..but unlike it i exhale deeply
on a good day
to me a good day to come at last is like new years and christmas all at once
i enjoy my days so no longer looking to fit the standard
instead i set goals and have expectations...no longer looking to my neighboor
to see what color jeans my look right on me
in the state of violet i breath
weathering the truth..of my day...my way
somehow so profound to find color
through the film of natural awearness of self
motionless yet still to find myself there
in the deepth of yellow no more waving true
to find among thee no blue...no spell
just as well
a mark of truth....a tatooed youth
a soulfull glance at 30 i stare
ready to get there now i'm aware
i've grown too seven feet to be quiet right
the pavement melts my heart grown through
green right up credits roll
do you know the height of plain sight
