Do you ever watch the clouds go by?
When your tired eyes reach for the sky?
An artist paints the changing theme
blue and bright
or charcoal grey colour scheme.
How will you interpret the view?
Are you moving yourself?
Or is it moving you?
Are you sitting still or spinning fast?
I’m sure you can retrieve this memory from your past

If only you knew how free I was then
The only fears had were make pretend
Grass stained jeans and tangled hair
Living life without a care

Now I stare at the moon
and pray to God I’ll see you soon
For when alone, head on pillow
I find I start to
weap and willow just like the tree.
I am kind.
Why can’t I see potential in my mind

But some days when i’m alone in bed
dreams of a future spin in my head
i see it bright, just like the sun
successful days, many dreams to come

Fading feelings from
Failing friends
Driftwood persona;
Soft
Come and go
Wish wash away
See you next time
(When will that be?)
10 seconds
10 days
10 years
Shattered significance
Tsunami of sadness
Growing
Isn’t the way it seems
Eyelashes, stars, 11:11s
Wasted on the unexpected
Reality of hard work without reward.
My words how like the ocean they are
Flowing, crashing
The blue pen reflection of the sky
Strict white paper shapes the clouds
Ironic
Do you know how to dream?
Or do you stick to the script?
look pretty, express wit
Off topic
Lessons taught to be forgotten
Why are people so ******* rotten.