Possibilities - Billy Burke

I’m picking up pace.

I’m late for the war.

Can’t stop me from bustin’down

panoply’s door

I’m crowded in space.

Too much for the norm.

Just get out my way now.

Come weather the storm

I’m going to keep on movin' faster even after your long gone.

There may not be

no refuge once they feast their eyes upon, this disappearing, ever fearing soul

The best I’d ever do is lose control.

I can reimagine nothing I’m not built for

greater things, but I’ve got possibilitis

Same factory fake recalld from the store.

This one’s got imperfections.

They just can’t sell no more

So just go easy on the brakes.

No one will ever know the difference.

Be selfishly selfless.

Make sure you don’t listen

They’ll be some things I just won’t ask you bout some things you’ll want to

share.

Cause that soft spot in the middle is in need of some repair

For this criticizing, minimizing soul.

The most I’ll ever be is less than whole

I can look inside but be advised I’ve never seen a thing, but for possibilities

Those who don’t crow loud enough to scrape the ceiling wind up in pine overcoats

Quiet.

Quiet.

Why not just try it?

Ain’t those words already wrote?

And I’m gaining ground on being found alone.

With this guitar in my hands to

calm the storm

And those ring stains on the table spelling out my eulogy.

He had possibilities.

Still got possibilities