This is a song to myself it starts with a blue note
and of a feeling of being apart, they say it’s good to ventilate
But I think I’d rather scintillate
And demonstrate a new belief in me, but I feel like a renegade who
Has left the reservation without hesitation
I tried therapy and I tried meditation
But neither turned out to be a paradise vacation
I can see the kids playing in the street
The cool warm earth beneath my feet
Once I had fire and once I had passion
And I want to rekindle this flame in a cavalier’s fashion
I once had a story I once had a name
I seem to have forgotten it or it has forgotten me
It all feels the same, please open my eyes so I can once again see
The Love and Beauty approaching me
As usual my perception of my lifestyle doesn’t match my wallet and
Don’t have the disposition to be an addict or an alcoholic
I guess I’m lucky that way
My economy is in shards and I need to learn how to discard
The non-essentials ‘cause I’m going mental and focusing
Too much on incidentals, no one understands me
Because I don’t understand myself is my current defense
When what I need is a heaping dose of real common sense
I should leave this mirage and find a summer cottage in the green
And give up my aero-dynamic Nikes for a pair of sound Greek sandals
In which to wander home and find my ground to write
A poem about not being lost but rather of being found
A song to myself

the apache kid