Rehab of everyday

I hang my shoes

and sit down to play

You tell me now if I'm old

and if they'll let me get away?

My moments, my dreams

all insipid it seems,

I turn to run away from my being

To be pure like a smile

To be sure like a child

to run towards my very own sun

to stop trying and be someone

To hold and not pose

to sing not an old prose

to fly out beyond the sky

to sketch my own lullaby 

I hang out my soul,

to leave it to dry

while I enjoy the stroll

deep down into my being

to stop and ponder

the things I'm seeing

to shed a tear on that which hurts

to laugh and cheer my only life

to dance on the music that's

me and I...

 I left out a part of me tonight

to hang in silence before it sighs

I run along the longest demure

of wanting to live the life

while I'm still sure...