Plastic Surgery for the Soul

Circa 2008/2009

They say there’s no such thing as plastic surgery for the soul

They say that you will soon have your day

They say your cause means something and is important

They say that suffering is growth

If I am lonesome for something it is my youth

Not in years but the golden age of hope

Kings are crowned and castles overthrown

Is my treasure buried in yesterday?

If I am to forge a victory

It will not be because I conquer

It will happen because my purist heart

Shines bright in the blackout

In recognizing failure

I recognize my disgrace

Although I preach against cutthroats

Maybe I have too

For this I serve my sentence

While happily doing so

I refuse to be a hypocrite

Even in the face of finality

I long for a sniff of the dream

To have it’s escense consume my whole

If only for a minute

Contentment of my tears

In the words of the great Marlon Brando

I could’ve been a contender, I could’ve been somebody

I should have

There is no such thing as plastic surgery for the soul