It’s a suburban legend.
Who knows what the
housewife did? Life
must be wild in
the suburbs – away
from others. I heard
the suburbs are
different from the city.
Legend has it, the suburbs
have no legends at all.
Life seems cool and calm
on the outside. Outside
of the city, there are not
legends. There are only
truths – no imagination.
In the suburbs, I heard
no one leaves, but that
is just an urban legend.
Life is life and suburbs
are suburbs. It’s absurd
there are not suburban
legends that I’ve heard.
Are you willing to fight
and risk your own life?
Is your will strong enough
when times become tough?
Are you willing to love
those who’ve hurt you?
Are you willing to risk
losing your ego to find
the meaning of your life?
Are you willing to fail
when hate might prevail?
Okay, now ask yourself:
Am I willing? Am I
worthy? Before you think,
know you are. Don’t worry.
It is new to you – something strange.
I know you’re unsure right now.
Just take it slow as you adjust.
I’ve been you before and you must
walk around and hear new sounds.
You can do this really anywhere.
The new will soon become the old;
a burning heart eventually turns cold.
You can turn your old silver into gold.
Soon, you will feel safe and happy
as what’s new to you will soon be
nothing new. You will soon see
something new help paint skies blue.
It is new to you: something bold.
It is new to you until it becomes old.
I cannot see what’s in front of me.
It must be very dark and shady.
I could never live without the dark.
There’s something about not seeing
the evil that lurks on this planet.
Without the dark, there is no light.
There are no beams to be seen.
Darkness lets our demons run free.
We need the dark to see our light
that flickers throughout the night.
I need this darkness so I can see
how my light shines on your face.
I reside in darkness: the unknown.
When I left, I got myself lost
trying to find my way home.
The light I carry helps me out
when the sun misses a few days.
In life, I appreciate the darkness.
There’s no way to explain it.
I need the darkness so I can see
beams of light that create sight.
Please color outside the lines.
You can go fast or slow.
Please color the sun that shines.
You can paint rivers that flow.
Outside the lines is just fine.
It’s good to go in blind.
Life is messy sometimes.
Sometimes words don’t rhyme.
It has been a wild ride.
Many days have turned night.
This ride is so special.
You really drive every road.
You don’t drive a rental
to haul life’s heavy load.
You decide to not pick a side
and to drive outside the lines.