Too high kid, neglect will lead him to fatal fall
surface tension, crashes and waves
A mind active, a severed nervous system. 
With wings he sinks faster than the average boy

If he had only 'reasoned well',
cease caprice and season's swell 
the shift from breathing to drinking the current

Not this time...
Screaming, "Reason has naught to do with me.
Man is free the moment that he wishes to be."

Eyes open, a trail of feathers that marks his path
once a boy, once a god, now a tale
A mind content, cue ataraxia
within page -those faux waves- truth is submerged

The sea floor, a place of peace untouched by man 
The sea floor, a plume Poseidon laid by hand
The sea floor, "it now is my home"

"Does elation or fear encompass me?
Knowing the consequence, knowing the sea?"
Screaming... "Reason has naught to do with me.
Man is free the moment that he wishes to be."

The scrolls have all told of a moral
then close as he nosedives through coral
But he didn't drown at the sting
thinking, "these worthless wings"

"Was it worth it? Won't get the chance to know
though i've touched the highs and low
of all in life

No yearning for deus ex in mausoleum seas
close eyes and open dreams
to all my life"

The dead shall float to meet the light
We'll never read of that sunrise
Experience: the final flight
What do we know about our own lives?

Was solace found in open seas,
or flailing arms and breathless screams?
That death caress epiphany
What did he know?
"We all drown in philosophy"

After The Fall

Just Up

Bern Runner

It's been a while, but here is a new tune.  Worth checking out? You let me know. Peace! 

Innocent

A story of a friend who is watching a loved one get lost in the hopelessness of substance abuse.

Amor Fati

Thursday is Gone

A relaxed tune to help allieviate the stress of the day and inspire deep thoughts.

Mind(full)ness

A piece inspired by the conflicting love in my life.

May Butter Fly

Theaffect that someone has on you, even after years of abscence.

Everlasting

How do we end our relationships?  With love?  With anger?  Wounded and scared?  I posit that however it ends, we never truly let go.

In the night

Acoustic version of Thursday is Gone with a slightly different story and a different ending.

Just Up

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