Chameleon

Always seeming to be the new kid on the block

Quiet and shy

Blend in with your surroundings

Be a Chameleon or at the least try

//

Too much hair gel

A look Elvis would appreciate

The new kids just teased

A feeling known too well

//

A new color to match the day

Press on and take action

Move slow and quiet

Being dumb, stupid and mean

Somehow felt right

//

The outliers

The “uncool’

The new

They were my victims

I finally fit in, my new school

//

The color of cool

An artificial hue

The pain I caused

I wish I knew

//

One eye on the past

One eye in the present

That was idiotic

I was no better, not cooler

//

Who am I?

One step, two steps

An endless search, a constant battle

The straight line… don’t stray

Show a smile… always please

This typecast I must forgo

//
The Great Pretender

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Hour Glass

Turn the hour glass over

15 years back

A broken soul and no hope

//

Open road

Trailer stuffed with bric a brac

A new life a fresh start

//

West coast livin’

Ocean mist and jasmine

Instrument at the ready

Day and night

Study study study

//

Turn the hour glass over

10 years back

A broken soul and no hope

//

Open road

White lines mark the way

Cities pinned on a map

Paint by numbers is back

//

An empty stage

Heat and colorful lights

Ambiance is mild and low

//

On to that stage

Instruments at the ready

Nerves bubbling at the surface

Breath deep and steady

//

Strangers in the front

Shadows in the back

The energy flows through

It’s sad, we must go

//

Turn the hour glass over

Wide awake and looking back

That broken soul with no hope

//

City to city

Coast to coast

Just One more taste

These days I would savor the most

//

If I Could Turn Back Time

A “Dear Diary” moment

While writing the previous post, a bout of heartache came on un expectedly. The reason being, when I talked about the relationship I had before I moved to California I started reminiscing on those days and thinking of what could of been. I don’t get hung up on these feelings like I use to but when they do come around they hit hard. But I look back on it with a smile and gratitude. I’m thankful she was in my life for a brief moment than not at all. It blows me away how one person can make such an impact on your life in such a short amount of time.

While the lyrics are obviously not all specific to my situation I feel there are certain lines that capture my perspective perfectly. The anthemic sing along at the end gives a nice bittersweet touch as well.

Dear Marie,
Tell me what it was I used to be?
Oh, dear Marie,
Tell me what it was I used to be?

And if you’re further up the road can you show me what I still can’t see

Remember me?
I’m the boy you used to love when you were 15
Remember me?
I’m the boy you used to love when you were 15

Now I wonder what you think when you see me in a magazine

From time to time I’ll go looking for your photograph online
From time to time I’ll go looking for your photograph online

But some county judge in Ohio is all I ever find

Dear Marie,
Tell me do you still believe in me?
Oh, dear Marie,
Tell me do you still believe in me?

Well, I got my dream, but you got a family
Yeah, I got that dream, but you got yourself a family
Yeah, I got that dream, but I guess it got away from me