Bruce Markow: Music

When I was small I ran around
the meadows in the back of my school
And there, up high - Infinity!
away and into the blue
My fam’ly’s baby
Their tiny dreams for me would drive me crazy

I grew up in pigeon holes
Supplied by those who thought that they knew
Too loud, too wild, too curious
to sing my own tune
Make me undaunted
to be the one that I have always wanted

(Chorus) Don’t put me in a box before my time
I run like a rock of riches ready to be mined
Don’t put me in a box before my time

Look around the room tonight
and celebrate what you might have judged
Or realize your judgements teach you
less about me than you
Easy to smother
the beauty here beneath the book’s front cover

(Chorus) Don’t put me in a box before my time
I know I’ll surprise you if you keep an open mind
Don’t put me in a box before my time

If I think I’ve pegged you I am wrong
I only beg you, let’s explore your untapped mystery!

Even having grown up in
a throwaway culture geared just toward youth,
each day remains a journey
down the road to living my truth
Fools will dismiss me
But then they’ll only miss my future hist’ry,
only miss my gifts yet to be

(Chorus) Don’t put me in a box before my time
I’ve got a lot more to give from this ol' heart of mine
Put no one in a box before their time