Slow Down

***My dad always had some random advice for the oddities in my world, we called them Boydisms. You're gonna miss me when I'm gone, was one of my favorites.***

I've got miracles scribbled on napkins

the next best thing, heading your way

Dreams on a string begging for action

the devils new groove in my sway

Footsteps beating on the pavement

always looking for a spark

Gotta find a new direction meant

for lost and wandering hearts

I'm wading through the noise and chaos

silently collecting those spare parts

An undercover in surveillance

waiting until the magic finally starts

Striking hard the unlit matches

connecting the moment that it sparks

Covering with patches all the scratches

declaring my work a piece of art

You see, I've shadowed all the greats

and kept a small bit for myself

No time for hesitating

this is my time to create, hell

You think you've heard it all before

but here's a twist no one saw coming

A treasure in a discount store

a barefooted racer in the running

A loser with a winning hand

who never took the time to gamble

In a language no one understands

all I succeed in is to ramble

On and on and on it goes

until I've finally been tuned out

It's what I expected, I suppose

I'm raining words during a drought

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.....