Tips And Directions

while your heart,

sleeps in your chest,

my sleeve is, pounding loud, and thats why, i raise my fist,

because i've got to let, the words come out,

so don't bother singing along if the voice

doesn't come from deep inside your heart

because these words are more than just a song,

they are spark from which a fire should start,

and twenty years ago, i was a little boy,

without of clue of the shifts i could make

and i had no idea how to enjoy my own life,

with the roads i would take,

and then one day i got a tip while stopping for directions,

i was told "this is it so stop looking for perfection"