6 o 'clock, wake up,
boyfriend's asleep in bed
Brush teeth, iron clothes, grab a bite to eat,
find keys, change four toes
Climb into, ride back up and
drive down the highway
Over radio, birds and breeze encouraging
me to be well on my way
I've made choices I'm better
for in the rest of business
Family, reunions, connections,
vacations, dreaded for
Company retreats, last minute meetings,
I'm on call every weekend
But to save this place,
worth reworking my quiet time, I said
When it's not better,
we can make choices
Commit and set their own minds
to change these choices
Those voices I listen to sometimes
Make a mind, wanna stop some choices
But choices, all we got
At least we believe, we think, we got
You never know when a choice is chosen
until then make a choice to listen
Woke up about 2 .33,
ain't nobody else in the house just me
Turn on the
TV for background noise,
I take a shower in a minute after I eat
I feel like drawing, 2 .41 till dawn and the
only thing I gotta do today is me
My grandma's standing so I'm making
it as an artist this week
We've been feeling sick
and weak this week
She needs a bit more of my business
to accompany the struggle
She's part of the reason when I paint I include
the image of a family in a bubble
Huddled in positions to escape the
world's puzzle
Although, my concept is love,
my expression feels muffled
So the block kicks in,
by the time I'm ready to start my day
It's evening
Hel lo?
Hey, how you doing?
Fine
I'm gonna have to stay a little
later than planned
Okay
Today I got a masterpiece done
Really?
That's great
Almost
Great, well anyway,
try to do some laundry
Yeah, yeah, on me,
but grandma called and I gotta go
I should've known, okay,
I'll see you at home
From the thought that I wake,
I make choices
Convinced that they're all not a sense,
these choices
Those voices I listen to sometimes make
a mind when I stop some choices
What choice is all we got?
At least we believe we think we got
You never know when a choice is chosen until then
make a choice to listen
Off then I go, grandma so sick
Every time I leave my cold ones, I stress
She keeps them so subtle,
maybe she's the block
Maybe she's the reason
I leave a lot
Truthfully it hurts,
I suffer with work I wish I could just remember my work
Before we hooked up,
life was grammar -free
But you notice my famine
is decreasing
Building financial foundations not easy
He thinks that I can't appreciate family
Truth is, you must use this incorporation
And incorporate to its use of your sanity
He's slacking him back in the
laziness of serving artistry
I'm away a great deal because
office helps me self -sedate
And return home still half asleep
I gotta stop blaming
her for everything
Gotta stop causing myself to be depressed
I need to breathe and clear my head
He's not the reason I'm so stressed
Pick up your life, do it today
Don't miss the point of
this pattern play
Escape the void, escape the noise
For once I just wish we could make the right
choice
From the thought that I wake
I make choices
Convinced that they're all not a sense,
these choices
Those voices I listen to sometimes
Make a mind wanna stop some choices
But choices, all we got
At least we believe, we think, we got
You never know when a choice is chosen
until then make a choice and listen
From the start that I wake I make choices
Convinced that the art not of
fends these choices
Those voices I listen to sometimes make
a mind wanna stop some choices
But choices, all we got,
at least we be lieve, we think, we got
You never know when a choice is chosen
until then make a choice and listen
I get to grandma's house
and the place looks bare
She called from here,
figured I'd walk in anyway
Clinging about the artist that
I was supposed to be
Before I could walk in,
guess who drove up
Found reason for rearranging all my es
tranged relationship delays
Decided to drive to
Grandma's house for the sake of
acting on what I'm all about
Hey, I knew I had to be
I'm glad I got off
I might be taking some time
off, but I'm here
Let's go in, walk inside,
something's different
Wait, just listen, anybody home?
No answer,
the last time I felt like this was
I'm sure everything's okay
What time did you speak with her today?
Was there any tone of worry at
all she had to say?
I want her to just call and not be here,
that's strange
Maybe she's in the kitchen
Maybe she's in the dining room
Maybe she's in the bathroom
Maybe she's upstairs
On our way to the second floor
I admit I must communicate
acceptance more
Toward your creativity
And we find love responsibly with
Look, what's this?
A letter?
Written that it's to us from
Heather
Jones
you read this I'll be in another world
My soul is restless, flesh is limited
Giving it, I guess that was all that it got
A choice to choose upon a lot of something
All but a knock, trap,
pain between life and living
One is a concept, the other is living
The meaning of life is not choice
We choose we all as a function to fit
A psycho is planned,
working as we speak
Never ending,
that which has chosen you to live on
And me through each,
I wish you the whole of my piece
Oh, there she is
Outside, facing the garden.