We get along the (path)way
We partway along the way

Both sentences for the same reason

Just because we need to get somewhere

Same departure, different destinations
Just enjoy the trip when you're on board

We'll find someone when we get off

And let the journey repeat

This is my posteriori
Somewhat my mind face me facetiously
I dont mind else's priori
Just viscinity
It's all supposed to happen anyway
Just because it's supposed to
This
Is my
LEAST ACTION
In my peripheral
Somethings ephemeral
or eternal
Doesn't have deep meaning
The viscerality doesnt matter
Aprroximity doesnt matter
They are just things presented on table
Over the table, clumsily i stumble
Then i mumble
And i rumble my own trouble
A cuddle can be a treble;vibration
But vibration won't last either
And i don't mind
We vibrate at the moment
And i appreciate it
Yet im ready to let go
Nothing is set in stone

My baby’s so grown up

Sight faces forward

Legs swing with stride

He commands the room

He’s in control
When he speaks
Everyone looks at him
None of it’s intentional—
It’s just him being him
He sees what others miss
Notices the shift in breath,
The way light dances on skin
He listens, he remembers,
Takes care in the smallest things
There’s depth in him
So observant, so detailed
He’s got this spark
A presence, a pull
He knows what to do—
And when not to
Taller than me,
And I look up
with my eyes
My heart
My soul
My mind

up above the curve, the foliage stays evergreen
it is gapped evenly and bristles
i traced them with my fingers
see if it sways with the pressure
The sweet and musky clove
points to the entrance
i run to it with no hesitation

Every move is deliberate
Every sip is accounted for
Imagery of you
Needs to stay as "true"

Hiding your bad thoughts
Concealing weaknesess
'Tho you have what it takes
To conquer awareness--or just ignore them
Once and for all

But the thing is
We want to be observed
'Cause we always observe
That's why we object their projection
It takes one to see one, to know one

Yet, everyone is on stale
The mindset gazes on the same stallion
It sets the mark of graces--millions and billions
Imaginary rather than your true imagery