As I stand on the shoulders of lost hopes,
I can see the dusk-colored peep hole
In the horizon line of my sight.
I hear deafening words and they start to mumble;
I reach for the light but I feel the shoulders start to crumble.
Deafening words like “can’t,” and “won’t,”
And other bad words makin’ me wish I was stoned.
Slouched eyes and dark circles,
Frowning faces and skin’s purple.
I can’t tell you how to struggle;
Just don’t tumble when you juggle
everything that wasn’t said in the huddle.
I’ll help you persevere;
Through all the good, and through all your worst fears.
I’ll be your umbrella through the scattered showers of your days;
Through the storms, through the hurricanes.
Ladies, I know the guy’s a jerk,
But you must be a voyager –
Guiding your own ways.
Your own path, your own meaning –
Stop the screaming!
I’m here for you & I hope you benefit,
Make me your manifest.
I will put you on my shoulders
& wake you up like Folgers.
I will mold you into a boulder
So no one can move you when you’re off your knees
And on your feet.
Do your 9 to 5. I’m here 24/7
To get you out of your Earthly Hell & reach for the blissful Heaven
Because you have no limits!
You don’t even need to turn around; just pivot.
You don’t ever need to hide away.
Just follow me, and I’ll guide the way.