Lonesome, laying in the sheets of a empty bed.
Sadness, the bitter cracking of a happy heart.
Pain, the mix of emotions that roll down your spine.
Love, the redemption of happiness, the glow inspired by another's touch, the need for another person in your life.
Life, the journey we embark on, searching for solid answers to our horde of questions.

And so it all continues on, people live their lives full of their systems of neurons firing off to create the day to day life we live.

The aspect of unknown world's is alluring.
The pursuit for knowledge is all about enduring, looking where no one has looked,
Seeing what no one has seen.
Answers we hope to glean,
Hidden behind smoke screens.

We push and shove,
Through the endless crowd,
Trying to make a name for ourselves,
Trying to stand out.
"For science"
The red curtain
Our classic fascade.

Glory to the one who finds the truth.
Love for the one who plays the game.
Wealth, for the ones born into a name.

And the rest of us are better off avoiding the stage.

The only fun thing about parallel parking is shifting into park.
The wave of relief,
The smiles of success.
One could bow for mastering such an art.
Until they have to squeeze out, making sure as to not hit the bumper of the vehicle infront.
Parallel parking,
A dangerous stunt.

We should do this again,
hangout till the day reaches night,
till we are splayed across the floor
tired of all the games we once adored.

Before you move,
Stay a little longer,
The party isn't over
And we're still both sober.
Let's just make this moment last,
I don't want to lose you to the past

"Eat your greens" would have been Mommas favorite thing to tell me.
She would have been happy to learn that I rode my first bike without training wheels when I was 7.
I can hear her cheering for ever goal I scored in soccer.
But Momma wasn't there.

Momma would have loved to give me baths,
Because i would always sit still when shed tenderly massage soap into my scalp.
"I love you Momma" is what I would say.
As she warmed me underneath a fresh blanket.
But Momma wasn't there

Instead Momma was out,
And I was on the floor crawling
In search of the next cheerio I could eat.
Over needles, razors, and scattered bottles.
But Momma couldn't keep me.
So I was put in a different house.

There are nights,
When you cant seem to sleep.
And at this time,
Nothing, nobody, not a peep,
Occupies the streets.

The street light,
Highlights this emptiness.
Your thoughts,
Embrace this moment.
This night.

These dark corners,
And dim boardwalks,
They all remind you of the contrast in your life.
The things that you have, things you see.
And the things that are lost, things you wish would be.

Like the girl,
Whom you remember from high school,
Or the friends that fled to secure jobs.
You will remember,
You will squint trying to remember her face,
Her name,
Her laugh.

There are nights,
Nights that are full of wishing,
Dark nights.
This night.

With empty faces,
We take our marked places.
Standing tall
Standing still
As the curtain rolls,
and light hits the stage.
We take our roles.
The act begins.

As the lights dim,
and curtain folds.
We wipe the makeup of our cheeks.
We leave the stage empty,
but still have roles to play.
Our lives, staged into predictable scenes.
Yet we strive for individuality by any means.

We raise a family.
We travel the world.
We follow our joy.
Yet each day, we run in the races.
Each day
We take our marked places.
Trying to fill
Our empty faces.