"You're Gonna Make it Through, Kid"

" You're Gonna Make it Through, Kid" 
This is not for you. This is for me. The words I tell myself. The words that will set me free.

First wish ... it was to be happy. Second, was to be natural. 
It was a dream. Am I not following the divine plan? Dismissing the worth of love so matter of factually?
Life is too full and too complicated for one single person to know or understand 
Maybe that's why I lie in fetal position, not feeling like a man ... like only really I can 
I set a goal out of bored hours, to try and arbitrate my untamed wishes
Desires weighed down on me, a fisherman who could not find fish
And thus I was living my days in Newfoundland
Like a fancy city mouse 
Not a love monkey like I espoused

It was a dream 

Nobody is the total embodiment of failure 
No success will ever fully make these anxieties waver 
No richness, no fame, can make me confidently the same 
Hopefully my paltry rhymes filling my head will get no more inane
Ah, but better than the radio 
I just wanna relax 

I am no different really

When I come to terms with my humanity 
To see it as if it is natural 
To put to sleep the ghosts on my mind
Back the rest in their green pastures
Will I understand much of what I've seen 
Ah, yes, self ... you give too much credit to your brain 
The world not you is the masterpiece 
... that we know 

To be not hollow, but to be natural 
Will this lead to a kind love that is actual?
For every living being, for every drawn breath
An enlightment that is authentic 
A salvation that is none the less?