*Find Zach’s song titles… “The Mystery Maze” Entering the maze of our own road we sew I’d be lucky enough if I set out to row 21 thousand feet per day for the next 30 years and lived to say- I can’t believe I made it to today… Amongst the fray I used to play the funny man grippin the mic stand while still working out my plan getting to where I’m going I’ll stop along the road to ride the brass boat and manic mechanical bull… we all wear society’s gravitational wool but you’ve got to follow your intuitional pull unless you wanna “be their fool”... I found myself on a corner stool in the great American bar scene imagining I’m like Bryan without having sung one song yet there’s a different road I’m upon that’s more Cormac than Woody with every hop sip I’still bound for glory inside my head following the map of an unraveling story… each day working out what they call poetic lines yet for me every word’s a footprint and they never lie- they’re the only proof of where my presence reside… there’s a pride within the pursuit and the ride of the great American novel which isn’t novel unless you to choose to write it aspire to, don’t fight it there’s a light out in the hilltop towers… I just lit it… with another hop sip inhaling the greats like I’on a freedom trip… My body 42 going on 58 my mind more lucid now than when 28 life experience becomes one’s will- no matter your fate ya get better letting the blues satiate… No matter the date no matter the state find the crossroads to any American night… if the devil’s within sight choose your fork holding it blood tight- you could run or bask in the moonlight letting your mind, body, soul take flight… You can find your treasure out on Oak Island or live like I am- sewing lines together that despite unpredictable weather provide you the purple gas or whatever fuel that’ll guide you through the mystery maze ‘til ya pass… designing the configuration behind the funny mirror’s broken glass… Find your calling in a city or the boons while ambitions need room don’t skip that lunch- reminiscing the better days with an old friend at noon… northern thunder creates the kind of laughter that never skips a beat or chapter laying the track for mentally finding the way back home roaming like Moreland singing Memphis, the blues and your own soul’s tune… Whenever and wherever I find myself and see pink skies I’ll be sent back in time… as American Heartbreak became my own heartbreak- for its release date was the day after mine said goodbye… emoting bonding emotions keeping grown men tied… I find myself listening and Bryan “teaching me to keep enjoying” the mystery puzzle of lyric construction… which- can keep her presence shining… only moms can be caught claiming- nobody know my son like ida… I'ma keep her presence shining… along life’s road haven’t found more apt words than this closing… There’s this sandpaper friction you’re feeling that you can’t get from prescription there’s just something about a lyric hitting capturing how we all living… The essence isn’t in the magic bathwater or the random numbers on a piece of paper… it’s in the moments you remember her and in the tears you wipe away and when you get up… to live another day
Na why she so buff 💪🏽 😂
*Find Zach’s song titles…
“The Mystery Maze”
Entering the maze
of our own road we sew
I’d be lucky enough
if I set out to row
21 thousand feet per day
for the next 30 years
and lived to say-
I can’t believe
I made it to today…
Amongst the fray
I used to play
the funny man
grippin the mic stand
while still working out my plan
getting to where I’m going
I’ll stop along the road
to ride the brass boat
and manic mechanical bull…
we all wear society’s gravitational wool
but you’ve got to follow your intuitional pull
unless you wanna “be their fool”...
I found myself on a corner stool
in the great American bar scene
imagining I’m like Bryan
without having sung one song
yet there’s a different road I’m upon
that’s more Cormac than Woody
with every hop sip
I’still bound for glory
inside my head
following the map
of an unraveling story…
each day working out
what they call poetic lines
yet for me every word’s a footprint
and they never lie-
they’re the only proof of
where my presence reside…
there’s a pride
within the pursuit and the ride
of the great American novel
which isn’t novel
unless you to choose to write it
aspire to, don’t fight it
there’s a light out
in the hilltop towers…
I just lit it…
with another hop sip
inhaling the greats
like I’on a freedom trip…
My body 42 going on 58
my mind more lucid now than when 28
life experience becomes one’s will-
no matter your fate
ya get better letting the blues satiate…
No matter the date
no matter the state
find the crossroads
to any American night…
if the devil’s within sight
choose your fork
holding it blood tight-
you could run
or bask in the moonlight
letting your mind, body, soul take flight…
You can find your treasure
out on Oak Island
or live like I am-
sewing lines together
that despite unpredictable weather
provide you the purple gas
or whatever fuel that’ll guide you
through the mystery maze ‘til ya pass…
designing the configuration
behind the funny mirror’s broken glass…
Find your calling
in a city or the boons
while ambitions need room
don’t skip that lunch-
reminiscing the better days
with an old friend at noon…
northern thunder creates
the kind of laughter
that never skips a beat or chapter
laying the track for
mentally finding the way back home
roaming like Moreland
singing Memphis, the blues
and your own soul’s tune…
Whenever and wherever
I find myself
and see pink skies
I’ll be sent back in time…
as American Heartbreak
became my own heartbreak-
for its release date
was the day after mine said goodbye…
emoting bonding emotions
keeping grown men tied…
I find myself listening
and Bryan “teaching me to keep enjoying”
the mystery puzzle of lyric construction…
which-
can keep her presence shining…
only moms can be caught claiming-
nobody know my son like ida…
I'ma keep her presence shining…
along life’s road
haven’t found more apt words
than this closing…
There’s this sandpaper friction you’re feeling
that you can’t get from prescription
there’s just something about a lyric hitting
capturing how we all living…
The essence isn’t in the magic bathwater
or the random numbers on a piece of paper…
it’s in the moments you remember her
and in the tears you wipe away
and when you get up…
to live another day
did you write this?