Rest Yer Head Poem by J.M Berger

and all i want is for us to be happy
that's all i want

it's 9 o'clock (tonight) i can't think of a damn thing to say
though i want to say so much
i want to believe that i've grown in the last year
to think i've done something to be proud of
and hope i haven't given up on the ones really matter
and the things that i know really count
i wanna go for a walk somewhere far away from here
to a place where i can let go
but i feel so weak and i can't lift my feet
and i've grown too comfortable with the road i'm on
in my mind i hear the notes play again and again
a bass line of cacophony in my ever-suffering' head
and i wanna rest my head

sometimes it can be so confusing to know exactly what must be done
the simple decisions seem like they have to be the wrong ones
grown so set in our ways that we don't acknowledge our thirst (need) for love
we remain oblivious to the love we sought when it does come
tell myself i'm okay with how it is now
is it a disillusion or an am i really so content?
i can spend a half-hour pouring my heart out
but i could spend years playing a video game
is it shame that drove me here to my corner?
or is good sense that kept me away from something worse?
does a bird ever wish it could take like a man, take whatever he wants from the world
like a man wishes he could sing like a bird, and fly like a bird, and he would if he could figure out how...
but all they want is to be happy... that's not so puzzling