Fear and Friday’s (Poem)

I'd say I've seen some beautiful days

I've walked countless coastlines

Awoken on mountaintops

I've seen death and birth and kissed good lips

I don't need a music machine telling me what a good story is

Matter of fact, I've never asked nothing from nobody

I've taken my motorbike down the Pacific 101

And I have stood atop the Empire State Building with my father

I have ridden in fear, although, I was afraid every single time

I've learned that every waken moment is enough, and excess never leads to better things

It only piles and piles on top of the things that are already abundantly in front of you

Like breathing, and chasing, and slow dancing, and lovemaking, and fighting, and laughing

I am unhinged, unworthy, and distasteful to mostly everyone I meet

However, I am loyal to a fault to anyone I find kindness in

I do not and will not fear tomorrow because I feel as though today has been enough

And I got no hate in my heart for anything, anywhere, or anyone

And I think fear and Fridays got an awful lot in common

They are overdone and glorified, and always leave you wanting

Yeah, I think fear and Fridays got an awful lot in common

They are overdone and glorified, and always leave you wanting