Creekside Talks

For many years my life was a blur
I would lose myself in that funnel made by the cool-aid I would stur
A whisper in the wind would send my mind away
Off to another place like those creeks shown to me by my uncle Rey
Fearless with a heart of a lion
Then there was that one day I got poison ivy, uh yeah I was crying
But every time I was balancing on another creek bank or crawling over rocks
In that very moment my life never felt under those emotional pad locks
So now every once and a while I escape to another running stream
Trying to keep myself from slipping and everyone would hear me scream
The rumbling of water over the moss infested rocks sings to me
Explaining what I can do to make my life happy and free