Why Do We Do What We Do?
By Cody Smith
Why do we do what we do? When things go from brand new, like meeting that one, with those eyes angelic blue, to thinkin that 'she's yours', & enjoyin the view, to believin what you have, is real & true... ...to gettin so sick, like comin down with the flu, and thinkin that your stuck like the super-ist of glue, nowhere to go, trapped, findin' it tough to adapt, to this strange change known as rela-tion-ship, crap, 'cause it's dif-er-ent, the time spent, the messages sent, and what those kisses 'use' to mean, as appose to now, as what they've 'meant'... Not the same anymore, and I beg or implore for a lion to roar as loud as he did, at his proudest, it's not gonna be the same, not his loudest, cause the hunger's no longer there, it's not a lack of care, just a fact, it's not fair, as you go from that, long lasting loving stare, to that, lack-luster 'you're a cluster fuck' glare, but a retaliation only thought, 'cause to speak, I would not dare, to compare, with not a glimmer, nor a spark or even an ounce of care... Now going from that, to this, real-i-zation, that the impulse was acted on, due to the first sensation, and since you want this train, to stop at the next station, we move on, to an apolo-gy, and honest-ly, between you & me, ya you can take that nail, all up outta that tree, but what you don't understand and what you fail to see, is the unfixable size of that H-O-L-E, from those words you leave, behind...
And "it's fine", (it’s fine… it’s fine) and I know if I keep sayin' & believin' that line, spit a rhyme & give some time, that the hole can be filled, or you can dine on some wine, but no matter how skilled, no matter how hard you try, you're still left unfulfilled, 'cause no one can replace, the blood that's been spilled, for whom speaks aloud, their current emotion, weather meek of proud, or tryin' to cause a commotion, but just like a storm that rages over the ocean, it too shall pass, if you breath in slow motion... Ya learn the first thought, it isn't always right, and despite what you're taught, that one day you might, appreciate what you got, and use it to ignite, the things you forgot, like that warm inner light, and stand up for what you love, show you're more than a fight... More than a misunderstanding, you're two wings to a plane, so weather you're taking off or landing, you need to work together evolving, expanding, learning to run past the problem, instead of being stuck there standing, and dwelling, as your thoughts cause your brain swelling, and it's why I find the 'power of belief' so compelling, as you go from smmmelling, to dessssiring, from rebelling to acquiring, to propelling until retiring, staring at that one, now admiring, each other, with nothing to do, looking back to the memories of eyes angelic blue, and how life has never left, those beautiful eyes, and it's taken fallin' off this horse to make me realize, it's not the falling down, the attempts and the tries, it's accepting that shitty burger, that comes with those yummy fries, the good with the bad, what's truly worth your time, and how it's kinda sad, I can only express this through rhyme, but maybe if you stick with me, I'll get better with time, but the truth is I wanna hug you, cause that's when I feel most sublime…
And I would be lyin' if I said I wasn't tryin', to smile instead of sighin', cause I'm a fish out of water fryin, and I just need to stop denyin'... The truth, that I wish I had met you earlier in my youth, so we could of held hands a little longer, and built our relationship stronger, but instead now, alone, I wander, wondering, feeling weaker, goals & ambitions, for the future, now meeker, -- but still there, and I need not fear nor care, to share, the real reasons I was never emotionally there, cause really it's not fair, to the me's & you's, I just wanted to get lost for a lifetime in those baby blues, and search for the answer why we do, what we do's, but here I'm left alone without the slightest of clues, feelin' abused, with only myself to blame, a damn shame, cause the pain is all same, raw, but it also ignites the flame, and lays law, & makes rules, makes ya protect your Crown Jewels, cause picking up them pieces & piecing it takes awhile, replacing those thoughts that are vile with a smile, leaves you in denial, that it can't be done,... but it can, just gotta be a man, swallow your pride, stop runnin' and tryin' to hide, because the strings you tie, are the knots you obeyed and the lies that you tell is the hell but where's the why's? Where's those thoughts in your mind that make you realize, we're equal, never to be a sequel, you only got you! So take a minute and ask yourself,... Why we do what we do? ..