Friday, December 19, 2014

Somewhere Out There "Supertramp" Lives

We understood the secrets that haunted each of us
Knowing so well, before you die you must live
You think you know me and I know you
Such can not be more distant from the truth
Myth and reality each run a course
Careening out of control as only life does
The two come ever so close but never do touch
How misunderstood is the nature of being human
To be out among nature in the sanctuary of the wild is where safety is found
Inside a house so often called a home dirty secrets can be hidden
Have you ever seen the scattered thousand pieces
A faded jigsaw puzzle minus one missing corner
No matter how many times you try
The picture is never complete of how things are
God, it's OK to run and hide and play in the leaves
What we are told in childhood never stays the same
No matter how much we are told the past never exists in the present
The things that cost the least bring the greatest joy
Why would you want anything - anyone owning you
Do we read the words written in letters and songs
Especially what is said between the lines
Have the guts to do what is always right
Honey bees swarm and buzz about the hive
As perspectives swarm and buzz each from a point of view
Just what is the worst feeling you can ever have
Why do we see ourselves in others when being us is all there is
Myth and reality running a wild course
Side by side ever so close
But like us and them - you and me - they never touch
It's beautiful, peaceful, wild, quiet
Living life and being you
A purist pushes as closes to the abyss
Searching always for peace, reality and honesty
And we all miss the good left behind
But bridges burned are never easy to cross
Do we trap ourselves in leaving us all alone
Bound for glory is a personal journey
I'm here where I am and it is a serious state
This thing we call living - we call life
We build our castles our fortresses they are safe
Sorrow and pain melt like a spring-mountain snow
Truth in the end is all we have
No matter what the verdict somewhere truth is
We all go back to places we once knew
Often to stoke the flame of emotions carried in our tattered rucksack
We sit around an open fire the rising smoke dances with the stars
Together myth and reality - us and them - you and me
No words spoken the deep dark night speaks loud and clear
We know we have arrived and all that is
Somewhere out there I always will live

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