Mornings in Bushwick

A clip of my early 20's summed up in lyrical chaos.

Sometimes I feel I dreamt this all up,

I relive moments,

So distinctly,

I could remember exactly how it felt in those times.

My youth,

Careless and free,

Not afraid of a thing because life was meant to be felt that way,

Slipping and falling with grace,

Until I wake up from the hangovers,

The traces of ashes,

Remnants of chaos,

The best kind.

All that was left was the music,

Echoing from a distance,

The static made it hard to hear,

I rubbed my eyes to regain my vision,

Hearing followed closely as to mimic and repeat,

And there it was,

Transparent and easily understood,

The fabric of the journey,

The process of my life,

In brighter colors and new eyes.