Creative timescale...

I want to be buried, in what I love to do
That's not being morbid, I just want to be consumed
I want to feel every hair stand up with joy and excitement
What I write, and the words I say, in the future I want highlighted

Don't close them gates
On my creative timescale
There's always room for change
I won't sit back and wait

With a single phrase, it can brighten up my day, and infuse my hazy chaotic brain
Back in school, I was the one, looking out the window, that they couldn't educate
College came and I decided that I would love to write
But I became a slave to money and I allowed myself to hide

A new life has arose inside, it's guiding me to write myself free
It's like I'm taking flight, every part of me is saying follow your dreams
I was living a life in a lazy sleep, I just kept thinking that I was weak
I can feel the flames, so I'll spread my wings, I'm going to be that phoenix

Don't close them gates
On my creative timescale
There's always room for change
I won't sit back and wait

If I could change my time, I wouldn't have two angels by my side
With this beauty in my life, I'm walking around with a loving smile
So has it been a crime that my creativity has took time?
I was, I still am, a happy loving dad but the stars are now aligned

They say time doesn't wait, for the days just pass us by
This is true
Days and months passed and I just cried
They say time will heal all wounds
This is not true
I've learned to live with the bruised
They say time will tell
This is true
For I have the pen
And I'll write the truth

Keep them gates open, I'm not controlled by time
I live by what feels right, so don't give me a timescale
Don't close them gates
On my creative timescale
There's always room for change
But I might, sit back and wait
Now, if I look out the window, I have all day, so don't rush me in my creative ways....