Dear Lillith,

I feel it's ill if I still live
Thinking this thing it's real if you will then I’ll let it chill and
I'll Stop writing you late into every night and
I'll Stop reading so deep into what you might

Be trying to say to me
And Lying so they can’t see
Hiding behind a screen and some keys and complacency
It’s high time that I got a move on it
It’s high tide had to lose my shoes, promise

No waiting, blueprint plans scribed
No patience(patients), M.D. stand by
I need some real, of substance, and I’m gonna get it
I need to feel, real love, and I’m done regretting

I’m gonna live cause I haven’t been the time is now
I’m on a roll like a Maverick whose prone to foul(what?)
Moving before I pick
at least I’m going I know I’m a little sick(so what?)

Every day I’m improving from the last one
On Occasion, I think of you and ask some
Questions, I’ll probably never solve
Remind myself of this and I’m centered, I’m Pau Gausol

DreamVillians, nightmares, can’t doze
Weed, Killians, write, stare, rant, prose
Ever elusive, pondering what my purpose is
Semi-reclusive, wandering like a tourist is

I’m almost home to a family that I love with
Every single ounce of my soul, I put you above it(well)
That was then, this is now, and the script has changed
Sat with men, asked them how, I could quit the pain

That is your essence, I yearned it for years, I guess it’s
Greener when the grass isn’t yours, thru this cloudy message
I hope you feel what I’ve felt like a twin, I’m gone
I guess I’m writing to tell you I’m moving on...

Good Bye