Your loss

So I realize this is a LOT ironic. I started this song yesterday and wrote some more on it today after the Taylor Swift special.. um.. I could finish it now.. but I feel like I want some of tomorrow's event to soak in and maybe have some kind of lasting effect on the overall shape of the song. Right now it's about a bad relationship, bruises and being left & just deciding that in life we have the option to wallow or to move on and make the most of our future by learning from the past and all of the coupled blessings & injustices that are somehow thrown our way. WE can learn & achieve amidst and through both of these seemingly opposite things. Success & failure aren't really all that different... The wise person realizes that success can't truly be measured until the end of a story.. defeat is only assumed when you allow yourself to believe that you are stopping your history & future to dwell on current or past events. Keep moving. Learn from things and make the next step better. I'm like a child learning to crawl and talk and walk in love.. so are you. Step forward and fall.. but get back up and do it better the next time!

Somehow I know that there's going to be more than that message to intertwine in this song.. tomorrow I deal with a funeral and then working almost 8 hours in Jackson during crazy Friday madness... I will birth art out of the situation though.. I really will. And if for some reason I was to be horribly injured tomorrow or die even.. someone else will see this and they will be inspired to live with urgency and to love with passion and to voice it in word & action. This means that no matter what happens tomorrow.. today was a success.. but the story is still unwritten.. so we can't call it success yet.. now can we?

***Preliminary lyrics.. (unfinished)***
Break the dawn & tell your story,
I could tell that you were lonely in the hands of time.
Fight the book that's on your shelf
& feed the fish that live inside your soul to calm the seeds of time.

These rhymes can only go so far
it seems that love's made like a Gar
to catch & slip away...(any day now)

The book that sits upon my shelf is writing me into a selfish
prayer to pray in vain...

This is a metaphor of how a double door can let you in and spit you out with a bitter taste.
This is a metaphor of how a rubber soul can run your heart to the ground & laugh in your face.
And if it seems that I'm a little bit selfish, I've earned the right to fight without a bruised fist
It's you that did this,.. it's you that did this to me..
Your loss is my victory.