Life's Good

I find that when I have joyous things to say, I share them on facebook, or twitter.  when I feel like venting and I hope for a few readers but also hope that perhaps the venue is less frequented by everyone I love and hold dear, I tend to post here.  I realize it is probably not wise to share personal feelings in an online format that could be read by anyone anywhere, but I write this knowing that, because I need to write, and I want someone to see where I am at and maybe "get" me a little better.

As a preface, let me say that graduating from college, moving to a new state, starting a new job, turning over a new leaf... whatever you want to call my current major transition -- well, it puts me in a very lonely place.  I know I somewhat brought this on myself, as I could have found a way to stay in California if that is what I wanted, but I was so ready to get out, to put college behind me and move on.  I think despite my dislike of transition and feeling in a state of limbo, the need for constant change is ingrained in my MK soul.  Four years in California, four years in college... and now I'm itching for something new, hoping to somehow find more pieces to a puzzle that fell apart when I left my childhood home, a puzzle that still isn't complete. 

One musing was that some of the "puzzle pieces" missing were friends that I have held dear
and so we have...

"Life's Good"

Life's pretty good - yeah
Thanks for asking
It's full of everything they say I need --
a job, a breath, some food, a car, a home;
a friend to laugh with every now and then
If you're wanting to know I'm fine
Don't worry your pretty head
Don't worry --

But if you want to see what's really inside of me
Take a closer look and find my heart

Life's pretty good - yeah, well
Maybe awful
I find that when I stop to think --
a job, a breath, some food, a car, a home;
but you're not here to laugh with now and then
If you're wanting to know I'm fine
Don't worry your pretty head
This battle's mine.

but i find that when I take a break
and think of all you were to me, all the things that used to be --
what isn't any more

it breaks my heart to see how far we've come
away from where we were
how far away now we seem to be.

is everything just better from a distance
are memories too good to be true
just going through the motions or so it seems
i wish things that were - would be
but maybe I should dream a different dream

maybe it's time to grow up
time to say goodbye --
and I know that time was long ago,
but I refuse to give up my dream
that things that were, could be.