I Found Your Shorts

By Cody Smith

 

 

A new pair of shorts are needed, cause the old ones are gone.

 

They were found by the one, who had already moved on.

 

To me, the concept of 'found shorts' means so much more.

 

Than a heaping pile of material, found on the floor... or in a drawer.

 

 

And I beg or implore, for you to re-open that door, to the times from before, where all I was to you, was a bore, or a chore, so I can slam that door shut..., 'cause I've honestly had what? Enough. And although patches got rough, and times got tough, I was still willing to stick my neck out and work through all that stuff.

 

 

And I could twist and contort, but eventually I broke, cause our time was cut short, lost in ci-gar smoke, made out to be a joke, by a bloke, I'd rather choke & provoke than to listen to him invoke, the games he would play, and there's no way, not even today, that I'd ever, agree to those things that he'd say.

 

 

Because he was black or white, not grey, but hey, that's neither here nor there, cause I need not fear nor care, to share the real reasons I was never 'actually' there... And in my heart, I guess I knew it, but either way I said 'screw it', and in sink or swim or keep us afloat, I guess I blew it...

 

 

I needed time to grieve, so I let you go, and instead of rolling up the sleeves & taking it slow, I unwillingly chased you into the arms, of who I thought was my bro, now who I consider neither friend nor foe, giving you a finished family & me nothing to show.

 

 

But sometimes your pops, just loses his fizz, so I learned to swallow my pride & mind my own biz, try not to run & hide but know 'it is what it is'... I'll live, I'll move on, there'll be times I'm weak, and there'll be times I'm strong, but there'll never be a doubt what I've known all along.

 

 

That I am who I am, because of the people around, the song in the air & my roots in the ground, and what I've found, to be, more important than this, is not to diss, but to reminisce, about the times that I'll miss... And send out a wish, that I hope comes true, for me and for you, to do, the things we wanna do, dreams we wanna pursue, weather it be, family or sports, from the household to the courts, but it's all gotta start with some shoes and some shorts... So thanks for letting me know you found them, but I'll get a new pair 'myself'.