The Beggar And I Swallow Your Pride

The Beggar And I Swallow Your Pride

The Beggar’s banging on your door again.

Just five dollars for a bottle of gin.

And I've been crawling in circles on the floor.

Knees scrape, but it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Pain is the after-thought of the day.

And the word just happens to be gray.

Like the color of the sky at this time.

You were only looking to unwind.

Then life kept up its liveliness.

Your love with loneliness is begging for a kiss.

Outside burst with rockets red glare.

An indefinable electricity in the air

Keeps you awake the rest of the night.

The Beggars timing is just not right.

Panic is torture for a calm soul.

Patience pushed and loosing control.

Frustration at anything is bound to appear.

Sense and reason are no longer near.

And I'm tugging on your shirt, saying out loud

Can you ever keep it up, feeling so proud?

Can you ever let go of everything around?

Is it to hard to imagine yourself breaking down?

The Beggar is about to break down the door.

And I've just about worn down the floor.

And you’re still hanging on with all your mind.

You’re looking for something big or just a sign

To remind you of the you that’s inside.

The one that’s in control, the one that doesn’t hide.

And as you look you feel it slipping.

And it’s bound to, despite your gripping.

Because the Beggar is inside now.

And we are making up a small crowd.

With his hands out and my knees down.

And your ears holding onto the sound

Of a time of nothingness and a place of no one.

Now your mind is in a race that can't be won.

And it’s time for you to just let it out.

Your control over yourself is something we laugh about.

The Beggar and I are so eager to see you break.

Him for his money and me for pains sake.

So let us see how you handle a new approach.

Life is not something you can coach.

Not something you can plan, something to mold.

Life is what happens when you’ve lost all control.