Walks in the Park

Running running Always needing to go Escaping Escaping My Current moments It's all in vain Because I have to go back to them Back home, back to work My soul soars high When I get distracted  Get lost in the beauty of the day But I must produce But produce what? Real estate makes money  But what makes meaning? Want to take care of money So I can earn the right To write,  to go to the park, to drop off  and pick up my son Enjoy life's little things  That are all missing right now to make my life complete Yes I have it in weekends During the week I work In the weekends I'm a cleaner Even watching TV to disconnect, Disasssociate Go and see someone else's life. Lately its not enough  And why? Because what I must change is my life  Call me call me  To do the things that I love sing, teach, be an educator Please call me I'm dying here My soul seeks to breathe Or at least, be released

All my life i have been expected to give explanations you always ask why when i say the dream from my heart, the thought from the sky my freedom limits you and in this uncomfortableness you want me to explain so that my vision better fits your view of life well i'm too grown too affectionate too much of myself too authentic whoever the son sets free is free indeed its not my job to educate to teach you to bring you to the path that i'm walking on so acceptance i seek you even if i find it only in solace so friends goodbye, see you in another season my sensibilities do not allow me to be around you so goodbye its time we part ways our deep connection from the past does not carry on to the present i am super focused and got no time to be sitting here answering your whys and hellos and wow you have a lot of time to type and no i'm too grown too free i'm me accept it i am not giving you any more explanations