when green goes black.

friday.
saturday.
sunday.

monday.
tuesday.

i'd rather be something i don't want to be
than being a man who doesn't know himself.

for my heart to say i'm sorry.
for my brain to say i don't know you.
for my hand to say i don't like you.

keeping things in line.
judging these words by rhyme.

honestly,
nothing in this world is not beautiful.

frankly,
everything was made for reasons.

beyond everything,
a smile may cure a broken heart.

my guitar is going to be the witness.
my guitar-pick will sing the truth.
my hand will rhyme the words.
my mouth will justify the lines.
my heart will shout out loud.

and my eyes will shake everything
that you may not understand.

for you to read and comprehend.
for me to write and understand.
and for us to think and be wise.

please,
don't judge a book by its cover.