Why the anxiety?
Why the mental itch
Why do I worry when the doctor did the stitch
Where I came from a man of older rings
When he had me was when he thought of other things
Long past the due date at the time of conception
When I dropped there wasn’t a reception
He was on a journey that landed on a tarmac
Of a family that had started their own pack
This is the story that then turned hazy
Now my parents cannot gaze upon me
One left this earth quite a long time ago
Leaving the earth when I was 10 years old
The other is on another destination
When minds are no longer a realization
Make peace with your time and your thoughts
Make war when urgency calls
Demand to know more than you imagine
Speak with heart and move with passion
When your plane leaves the runway
Leave nothing between you and a sun ray
