Joe Jencks

Looking back on all the worn-out pages in my life, I find it’s time for a new beginning. As my vision starts to blur, from all the tears that I’ve held back, for so long, I wonder where my honesty abides.

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The more I’ve learned, the less I know why it is I have so little to show, for all these failed attempts at my own perfection. The harder I try, the less I understand why the things that I love are like grains of sand. When I hold on tight they slip away.

Sometimes it seems that I am just a hollow shell, of the being I once was. Somewhere on my journey to enlightenment I was robbed, of the very things that made me who I am. I’ve lost so much faith in the things I once believed, truthfulness, divinity, hope seem all that dead. Anger, hurt, and self-neglect are the only tools that I have left to battle with this emptiness inside.

Now it’s time that I go back to where it is I come from, and deal with these issues from their origin. I have to reestablish whether music is my goal, or just means of transport on the pathway to my soul.

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Looking back on all the worn-out pages in my life I find it’s time for a New Beginning.