Lost so much, but still have everything

Only possible loses are material things

Remember seeing people transition

The mystery is revealed in everything

King Bryant proclaimed with thunderous sound

As long as you say my name I live.

So now I say it everyday

Accepting he is still with me

Recognizing I was mourning

Future memories I didn’t even see

Lost so much, but still have everything

Only possible loses are material things

Growing up with that key round neck

That shit wasn’t easy for me

Big as I was, not even two digits yet

Walking past all kinds of mess

Nothing to do at home but create fantasy

Realized I wasn’t lonely, just was being me

But I damn sure guaranteed

My seed wouldn’t go that way

Lost so much, but still have everything

Only possible loses are material things

Grew up with so much

I was giving it away

Thinking these little trinkets were in the way

There was a whole world to see

But I was so busy enjoying being me

Meeting social expectations

I ventured out, found out what the world was about

Saw I wasn’t missing a thing, but me

Lost so much, but still have everything

Only possible loses are material things

seeing pain from different points of view

From nicotine, from alcohol, sex, narcotics

From fixing cars, fixing the yard, painting new paint

People doing anything to avoid what life brings

I saw a bunch of people out in this world

Trying to find that solitude that I released

Laughing at the the psychology of my disbelief

We are all missing the opportunity to be me