Rebirth

My truck is gone,

But I'm still here.

So should I pick up the phone,

And show them I'm right here?

Nope not going to do it.

I got to be me,

I got to be free,

Got to do this without throwing a fit.

So independent,

With no need to repent,

Time to open the wings,

And fly away.

Leave all my things,

And let people say,

What they want to,

But I got to do,

What is going to expand,

My reach.

So I can stretch my hands,

From the west to the east.

So here we go,

The second rebirth,

Much better than the first.

This time I know,

The road ain't easy,

And no one owes me a thing.

So tell the one with the ring,

I'm to busy,

To deal with you,

Like you are,

So don't be blue,

When you're so very far,

Away from me,

That you can't see,

Past the love I gave,

So unconditionally,

That I now revoke irrationally.

Well now to go bath,

And wash the afterbirth,

From my face,

And start expanding my girth,

Post-haste.