My Inner Monster

Well, God, here I am,
Barrel chested, pot bellied in all my glory.
I bear a scar on the inside so deep,
And I know it's gonna get exposed,
So do me a favor, God, and tell me why,
Why I must go through this hell and made to cry.
Is it because of my inner monster, perhaps?

All those meanies stomped on my dreams,
And now the dam is bursting out at the seams.
Emotion. Raw emotion running wild,
The flood of tears you sought for irrigating your ego.
Oh God, how you disappoint me.
How you disappoint me after I put all my trusts in you.
It's my inner monster, isn't it?

Well, if you can't see some light within the gray
And put the pitchforks away, oh God,
Then I guess it's high time for me to vamoose into the night.
What makes me any less of a person than Jane?
I suppose there's no hope of getting an answer out of you now,
Not now, not later, not ever, most likely,
So I suppose my inner monster will remain ignorant ever more.

Return to Paradise

I've dropped my bags, my rags.
I've seen some pretty cold days of late,
The bane of my existence.
It's the type of weather that makes you feel empty.
But here, the weather is so much warmer,
Warm enough to touch the soul.
I'm back where I think I should belong.
This is my return to Paradise.

All of natures creatures, bears and stuff
Hibernated away, missing out, wasting time,
But I guess if they accomplished anything,
They killed the chill of winter's deathly touch.
I was awake through it all, though,
And I guess that's too bad,
But I thank God that I'm back where I belong.
Glasses up. To my return to Paradise.