Life

Sometimes,

I open my eyes to a different reality
And I notice that I'm so far behind on the expectations
From my family and friends
That I start to feel the immense pressure that tries to rid me of my dreams...

Every once in a while, my parents and I talk about the future
My future
And how I'm suppose to handle my life
And my financial state
And so forth...

So I reassure them
I endulge them by telling them how I'm going to college
To major in something professional and academic
Get myself a job and wife and work my way to my grave

But I fool myself into that reality
Because the world I live in
I'm on a stage
And I'm playing my songs and people are actually enjoying it
Theres a connection
But I come home to an empty home
Theres no wife
There are no kids
No messages on my phone

Its a solitary eutopia

Because I've let people cram that into my head
That musicians are good for nothing
That they die young and wifeless
That they bite the bait too quickly

And yeah...
It might be true

But passion is a greater kingdom than reality will ever be...
And I intend on keeping it that way
Even if I wont ever have a love that sleeps beside me
Or be able to take the kids to their soccer game on weekends

But hey

Life is an unexpected guest
You just never know what it might do to you