The Good Universe

Born into this town just like an unlocked cell in jail

Almost free, still a detainee trying hard to post my bail

'Cuz 23 feels old to me, no sight, no scent, no trail

Of my t-shirt dreams of the Major Leagues or a boxcar fairy tale

The word "career" that hit my ear never sat right in my brain

The long job search, the paperwork, it all seems so insane

But the standard set can define success, other roads have rough terrain

And different aint free, there's no guarantees of redemption or acclaim

The discovery of eternity is something most deny

To take on love and dreams and strife and know you're gonna die