On the weathered edges of the page in the book of my life
I would like to scribe a message in the night.
This session that I'm penning is a flight from the mindscape
Cinematic in design like the Lion's Gate

Dramatic thoughts, and promises lost. And what is the cost?
And how does it fall, the odds tossed?
This accumulation of the past - it's vastly drastic
And asking me to leave it behind? Well, that's it...

'Cause I've had a valley and peaks of rallies and weak times
But I'm free to speak mine
And to think, if I didn't it's like having a weak mind
In a week's time I'd seek to rewind...

But as I flip the pages of the script
See the lines end. But new lines rise, I find them
And I'm then resigned to write them
The past few chapters of my life end.

But -
A clean slate, a blank page - the emptiness
Whiter than the driven snow from a Winter's kiss
Brighter than the glow from a hot ember, it's
a rod tempered with odd memories of a sinner's bliss

A new chapter now
I'm graduating from my past with a cap and gown
And ask me how. Life is like the cat's meow
I wear this angelic coat like I'm Castiel

Supernaturally fly
It's tragically endearing like the 'Apples of My Eye'.
In fear, I'm nearing a high, that I could never climb
Right here I close my eyes and let my peers from behind...

Lift me. This intimate gift means
I can trust my fans hands are really with me.
And if anything I'm ready to take the next step
Because change without fear is the best.

Invested in your self, your metamorphosis it develops
and envelops you. Let it happen naturally, I'm tellin you.
Filling shoes you're unwilling to was the telling clue
Honeymoon period is up... I had a feeling too.

I'm appealing you to listen
Terrified of change isn't a strange position
And there ain't no wisdom I can say to base it in
But stay in the game, and don't play for plain winnin'.

~

Think about the life that you existed
The fixed photographs of memories are screen captures of an instance
Exits and entrances of evidence you touched lives
Forever resident, and present in your rough eyes

Because the wrinkles are the residue
And when you blink it's for the future that's ahead of you.
You're resolute with your attitude
Proof that you had your youth, tested was the truth in your platitude

Even then, you can laugh it off
'Cause that's an awful lot of struggles that you're passin' off
My hat is off to those who've casted off
the shackles of their flashbacks to an afterthought

For man has sought deep space like an astronaut
These new chapters I embrace like a wrapping cloth.
This book is bound by a timeline wrought in the iron
of the spine that replaces a master lock

But you dip your pen in the inkwell
For it's the path you've yet to tread that makes the ink spill
It makes you think still living on the brink
Will give you all the words you can drink

But sip with bit of sense - savor the innocence
Flavour is imminent, taste will begin when it has a chance
I haven't answered your question
But then again - every page in your life is a lesson.