Roots and Reason

Time hasn’t cured the cracks in my heart

They’ve been with me so long they’re a permanent part

Of who I am today and who I’ll ever be

The roots and the reason of my identity

Drinks, drugs and smoke didn’t change reality

I find I lack an addictive personality

So I kneeled in different churches to see if I’d find peace

My grief and insecurity still found no release

Threw myself in work, burning up the hours

Then laid out the tarot cards seeking mystic powers

Tried aerobic exercise to reach a natural high

My body may be stronger, but I still cry, I still cry

Don’t know many happy people or the color in their eye

Maybe they don’t struggle with the endless question ‘why?’

Wanting stillness deep within, I took up meditation

No solutions there, nor in medication

The answer must be love, is it you I’m looking for?

Are you in another realm or just outside my door?

Are you hitchhiking the highway searching just for me?

If someday we find each other, will we still be free?

There’s a café down the road that flouts all the rules

You can smoke a cigarette along with other fools

I pass it by, but I like to look inside

Seems to be a good place for those who wish to hide

Time hasn’t cured the cracks in my heart

They’ve been with me so long they’re a permanent part

Of who I am today and who I’ll ever be

The roots and the reason of my identity