I have all these ideas in my head.
All this inspiration in my heart, and no where to put it.
No one too listen.
I just want to be great at something that I love…
So I just keep learning, and listening.
Living in a world where all the voices of reason sound foreign. The thought of “ordinary” is like a cancer and “mundane” like psoriasis.
I wanna talk about things that matter, and not trivial conversations.
I’m done with trivial.
I want someone to tell me a good book to read. I wanna hear what people really think about life. I wanna talk about our failures and our greatest loves and leaps of faith. I want our discussion to have no boundaries. I wanna push the political envelope on issues that the media distorts. I want to talk about the media. I wanna talk about America, from a position of optimism. With like minded individuals who don’t look, dress, act or talk like me.
All these thoughts in my head.
Songs and rhythms…
A tapestry of emotion, experience…and bullshit.
Because anybody that’s lived a little knows that it’s not all pretty.
I could be great…
I could be insignificant…