Nostalgia

I like beginnings, they're full of endless possibilities
Tell me, what do you value?

I'm discovering a little bit of purpose
I found a love but I don't think that I deserve it
Can I ever turn my wrongs into rights?
Can I ever find truth in the lies?
Even when my life is good, I'm getting nervous
I'm left immobile as my trauma resurfaces
Will I ever feel fruitful again?
We only get so long to be ripe
Matt Murdock, might've lost my sight
Was doing anything to get a few likes
Shallow, take a puff and get high
But what's the point if you don't know how to fly?
I want to learn to not run from my problems
I want to face my trauma at once
'Cause the more that I bury deep down
The more that I've gotta run from
I ignored everything with a blunt
Only giving me a false sense of up
And all the people that I thought would be down
Aren't around I don't know who to trust
That's the reason hesitant to open up
That's the reason why I struggle showing love
That's the reason I don't ever feel enough
That's the reason I've been feelin' hella stuck
Sure, I'm maturin' and I'm trying to adjust
But self worth took a hit, Posh Plus
They say, "a real man's big and he buff"
They try to tell us what a "real man" does
Can you be hard if you aren't totin' guns?
Can you feel worthless even with hella pape'?
Does it matter if the outside loves you,
if inside you're only full of self-hate?
These are things that I ask myself,
Am I more than the songs I create?
Get the sense that I'm not the only one,
in a matrix that I'm trying to escape

To free my mind, knowing nothing comes free
I seek to find some form of living in peace
Once I get moving there's no telling where I'll be
I'm letting go of all control as it would seem
Or at least I'm trying to, and trying is the key
Looking through windows of opportunity
I see there's many doors, but will they open up for me
Still a lot of questions in these journal entries

We say we aren't defined by our mistakes
But as cancel culture states, one Will Smith to the face
Can so easily erase all the years that you were great
Legacy replaced, a perfect person, can you name?
We condemn the rich and famous as if we ourselves are blameless
And instead of making changes in our own situations
We're a generation that struggles with relationships like the Navy, word to cousin Braylon
I could benefit from grace and I could sure use some forgiveness
Despite the title says, this albums not about the digits
In my bank account, there isn't
It's just the only way they'll listen
Hi, I'm Alex Lange a little poet from the mitten
Who loves to rip a written

To free my mind, knowing nothing comes free
I seek to find some form of living in peace
Once I get moving there's no telling where I'll be
I'm letting go of all control as it would seem
Or at least I'm trying to, and trying is the key
Looking through windows of opportunity
I see there's many doors, but will they open up for me
Still a lot of questions in these journal entries