story of my life.

the boulevard is bustling.
a vast and wrinkled muslin
is pulled over my eyes,
and I know I don’t belong.

there is a noise inside of me,
that bustles asymmetrically.
oh, how have I to balance
those sounds into a song?

it’s time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission.
it takes courage and control,
but you start by letting go. oh.

the city’s an analogy
for things building inside of me .
there’s chaos in this discord,
but still we move along.

the chaos sings of symmetry
and all her words are poetry -
that’s the kind of city,
which i want to belong.

it’s time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission.
it takes courage and control,
but you start by letting go. oh.

oh - i think, i feel, i see,
oh - that this place is not me.
i want to belong,
but, be wild and free.
oh, he who asks,
receives.

it’s time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission.
it takes courage and control,
but you start by letting go. oh.

it’s time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission.
oh, it takes courage and control!
but you start by letting go. oh.

Brandon Boyd / Courage and Control

Thank you, Mr. Boyd, for your wonderful solo record. I've been listening to it on repeat since Saturday afternoon - with some breaks in between. Tiny breaks.

That's it for now. The lyrics stand for themselves & pretty much perfectly sum up how I'm feeling these days. Time to move on.