Brand new day

Hello.

My name is Matthew.

Matthew James Vlasblom.

You elected to subscribe – maybe you didn’t know what you were in for and had cash to blow.

But honestly, this story isn’t about losing.

There’s a story here, though.

And maybe it was because of mercy, and love, and song.

Maybe I had it all along.

Today, I felt like – I feel like – I freely write,

That I feel better, after all this effort.

And maybe there’s been an angel or two,

Or an evil prescence, who,

Never got to me in the return or the suffer of the cigarette.

And maybe I gave it up before you knew,

Maybe I gave up all along, and never you.

Maybe you are here, and I am well,

And maybe, this is the time – the final, the first, and the middle, of a verse.

So maybe, I owe you, more than you know.

Because you chose, to find it, to find me, in my secret place, that isn’t a secret at all.

And though I write, and I did do it well,

I still am here, the way I am, or maybe I’ve changed.

And it’s all okay, okay?

So when you read this, find your peace, in that it didn’t happen, the way it happened, to me.

And solely, I leave you, at peace, and be.

And though the wrong parts of me wrote the best parts,

it’s hard to say where I’ll go next, if I go next at all, or interweave anything else – at starts.

And then, I finalize, hey.

Here’s the music.

And solely, soully, soulfully.

I can apologize, because,

I knew it too. You, are just a place for me, and a place to be, inside of me, my, mind, and three pieces, of broken T.

Ok, where are we?

Home? Lost? Starting fresh? Or just awake, at that hour, the first, the final, or the middle tree.

All I can say now, is thank you, bless you, and sorry.

I might’ve failed yee. I might try, to find the perfect, even yet,

but not, without a cause.

Or whatever you’re imagining was your truth, with me.