When all the best things in life are for free
Is useless
When they’re not for you
Deep rolling thunder, that ends in mellow tone
The plane ride comes to an end
And everyone gets off
Some are home
But I am still traveling
Never reaching my destination
Until I find my place in all the best things in life

I left myself in Denver
My former image
And now my naked skin is warmed
By the glow of the midnight sun
The stars are my destination
Trapped in beauty
So take my picture
Because I’m not going to remember this night

I once was crass
I believed in something that is no longer important
Everything has changed for the better
So I no longer wallow aimlessly
In self pity
I regain newborn peace
And fess-up to the consequences
Instead of hiding in the shadows
I make the light

Harsh hollow fixtures
Hanging from the walls of my mind
Have corroded into nothing more than graven images
Of my former self
And I never really liked that side of me
But It was my sanctity
Driving the distance away

I get off and find my bags
The sky is blue, the world gray
I will mix the colors on my palette
When I step out into the world
Maybe I’ll stay awhile
And see what this new life is like
Free of my former self