soulscape

2:49am 11/29/07

A night out painting the town red
The color of blood, the color of the heart
Cranberry juice mixed with soda, is it true?
It’s not every night that I paint nowadays

But to see the whoopin’ and hollerin’
Brings memories of when I felt that thrill
To be surrounded by humanity
Short and tall
Fat and skinny

Although I’m not sure those words are politically correct
I know a night out is just an excuse to mix with that humanity
To talk to brothers in A.A., thirty days
Who came out to L.A. to pursue a dream

But instead many find nightmares
And find out that decisions can be called mistakes
That your weaknesses can really kill you
And sometimes the only way out, is to…

…Admit that you’ve made mistakes
…And believe that you can change
…To understand that you have to take control
…And that destiny’s just the sum of your decisions

But what are you adding to the mix?
Some of us see the fame and the glamour
Some of us see the sleaze and the crime
That humanity brings upon humanity

Let me just ask, are you adding or subtracting?