I’m holding back
Phoning it in
Giving just enough to keep on keeping on
I don’t say exactly what I mean
I play nice
And folks like me for that
I’m very likeable
But I’m beginning to think,
That I’d rather be memorable
and memorable ain’t so nice.
We don’t adopt hate from our ancestors, we learn love from our children.
Last night, I fell all the way into myself
and realized that I am only a mirage
in the desert of somebody else’s soul.