The Man Who Tells Time by the Sun

This was written on February 7th, 2011

In a world of computer technology

There's a man who tells time by the sun

And he looks at me with his one good eye

He says, "Son you haven't yet won"

"Cause this world is a cruel mistress"

"She'll beat you and break you some day"

It has always been my belief that life is what you make it

This man was tattered and torn

Wearing himself in his clothes

Until his worn down soles

Knew the truth of his soul

I did not agree with his notion

That the world would break me

This is because I am strong

Like an old oak tree in a wind storm

I am Gandalf before a Balrog

Inside I feel no fear

"You shall not pass"

The words echoed from my lips

Looking the man in the eyes I laughed

I left him standing there staring after me

To this day I regret that I didn't have a better response

If I were to turn back the clock with what I know now

"Life is what you make it,"

"You can blame it for your misery."

"It throws things at you without warning."

"Shoves things down your throat,"

"Until you realize that even your stomach has boundaries."

To the man who tells time by the sun

Know that there will always be struggles

To all of you living today

There will always be struggles

But life is what you make it

If you believe that you are incapable

Then I suggest you rethink your conviction

Because those thoughts are pure fiction

Humans have come to fly

Pushed out a lie a day

Found ways to get paid

Been laid

Down to rest by our mothers and fathers

Life is not about your pain

It's about your pleasure

So you should learn to treasure

Every moment with a lover

Every hug from your brother

Because every moment is a million years

Even all of the tears

From every bad experience

Has the salt to seal your wounds

So do not assume that you are broken

That any words you have spoken

Will go without memory from this world

Do not give up on life

Before it has given up on you

Because I have learned from the best

And taught to the worst

That life is what you make it

You can't just forget

But instead you must remember

To dismember the attempts of those who try to break you

Fighting for what is worth it

Life is worth it

Death is an end to something too beautiful

It will come to you eventually

Like love, it will blossom when you least expect it

But you cannot just give up

So look at everything around you

And look deep inside of yourself

What is it that you have to offer

And what does life offer you