Garp (Terminal Cases) - Matt Bennett

And one day I looked at beautiful life

I was a sailor, an inventor

A writer, a wrestler

A mad scientist

I was homeless, I was president

I was an alien

A genie and a bat

A radio DJ

A Russian, a poet

A doctor, a widower, a brother

A penguin

Two kinds of robots

I even lived to tell the tale

I was like a movie I had seen

My jaw was wired shut and I wasn’t breathing

I was lifted off the gymnasium floor

I wasn’t afraid to fly anymore

It was like a book I read

The expectations placed on an empty nest

The family who knew moving on was best

I was restless

I was grounded, my nights were endless

This house is full of broken hearts

And among them mine is one

When we started to unknow each other

New York didn’t seem as fun

They say that love keeps us together, but strangers can break us apart

No stranger more strange than the strangers we’ve become

If you’re feeling like a footnote

A hit and rerun

Welcome to the club

The air got knocked out of my body

And descended to a higher plain

And I was learning

The flood of youth and agony of fear and longing

Everything seemed out of reach

Before I met you

I was an island now I am a beach

I like thinking about how we met

About the where and most of all why

Because we made an intersection

In a world of parallel lines

I remember it all

Unfiltered and uncorrected

The story credit goes to you

The arch of a life disconnected

I’m just glad I noticed it

It was a pleasure

Rocketing off on a fun-filled adventure

You knew her too, man

How can you act so unphased

I don’t deal well with loss

It doesn’t happen to me every day

But I don’t fear what I don’t know

That’s what makes life worth living

I’m not worried about tomorrow

And uncertain futures

The best kind

I can mold it, and shape it, and make it mine

That’s the writer in all of us

The imitator of human behavior

The taste to make a writing with flavor

In a world according to garp

We’re all terminal cases

And in a world without you, Jack

I’m alone and I’m impatient

If I came off cruel

I’m sorry

Sometimes I just get so caught up

In the facts and configurations

Blood, and math equations

Humility, and dignity, and insecurity, and stuff

All my life I’ve been looking for salvation

While watching television

My eyes and ears tune in to static

And waves of osculation

And the resembled running water

Of the countless burnt down bridges

And point out one that burnt down

Between and your old home town

And the damage is irreparable

We can build a better tomorrow

Pick up stones

And pave the path on the fossils of your apostles

See the light at the end of the tunnel

How could we be so clueless, Jack

To have the world and eat it too

As long as I have a life to live before I die

I think I’ll be fine

Yeah, living’s what we’ll do

When I put down the book the author is dead

Into a brighter new world

We step in