I live my life on the edge more times than I care to remember.
I am a collector of broken people, weak,
stray,
misfits,
people who feel they don't belong.
Some illnesses can be fixed by a potion here or a remedy there.
If an illness walks amongst you every day,
behind
a painted smile.
Oh, and these people, the paint never dries.
Why did these people always
gravitate toward me?
And more important,
why was I drawn to them?
How could you sketch what I've lost?
Fascination,
intrigue,
something different to know.
Yeah, sometimes I'm glad I was born.
Like a moth to a flame,
sometimes you never get to know their name.
It
was time for a new cast of characters and a new adventure lay ahead.
Every experience in life is like a star within,
long term lying.
Until you die,
the death of a thousand paper cuts.
It drives you nuts.
We all start with a blank slate.
So why do some people love and some people hate?
Why do some people,
some people love and some people hate?
Rejection's how you handle it.
It's your start of a 10. It's your decision as to whether
you're the good or the bad.
So start a new adventure and pick up your pen.
So you venture out with the best intentions.
An experience meets innocence.
Often experience hatchet on the shoulder.
But soon you're taken by,
out of life's great potato.
Welcome to the world.
It's how you deal with the counts.
In all things or large amounts.
As I said, I've met a lot of people in my life
and I have to think to myself,
if I met
them before their last trauma,
I could have made them feel
so much warmer,
made them feel
But it's too late.
They bring their baggage with them and are looking for me.
I get to unpack it one item at a time.
Only to realize they won't be mine.
So a quick embrace,
I pack my case and leave to join the human race alone again.
Just another phase.
Yes.
Great adventure.
Your own life's great adventure.
Life's full of giving and taking,
but who will take and who will give?
That's the game of life that you will learn how to live.