You wave
But don't invite me over to sit
You wave
But don't invite me over to talk
You wave
But don't invite me through the door
In fact
You close it in my face
Waving as you do
It was then I realized
You were never waving hello

There was math
With all the nonsensical numbers
There was reading
With all the hidden messages
There was science
With all the confusing rules
But love
Love was not something taught
As a subject in school
And yet, it still fit in with the others

Just as the waves will bend to the will
Of the moon
I'll fall to yours

The night is most comforting
When the chills and shivers
Are outweighed by the warmth of a welcoming ignorance
While the sea of stars, seemingly endless
May momentarily provide solace to a sailor lost at sea
Eventually the horizon returns
To remind the lost soul of its vacancy

There is a “For Rent” sign
As old as the neighborhood itself
Riddled with wilted flowers
Decorated by rustic bullets
While the vacancy screams for a tenet
Who may momentarily provide redemption,
Something, at least, to fill the space that has been empty for so long
It has forgotten what warmth once was,
There is no number to call
No realtor daring to step close
For if they do, they themselves are riddled with wilted flowers
Decorated by rustic bullets

While the moon illuminates a drunken smirk
And shines upon fortunate forgotten regrets
The sun steals its place soon enough in the morning
The horizon returns the gift of once thought lost
Chills and shivers
For while the sailor dreams of finding his land after so long
There is momentary comfort in the sea of stars
For he knows nothing else

It's time to turn out the lights
And let this city sleep
A raging heartbeat is exciting
But eventually needs to breathe
And relax

It's time to turn out the lights
And send everyone home
For every working time and party time
There is a quttin' time and closin' time
We look up at clocks for a reason

It's time to turn out the lights
And enjoy the night while we can
Either sleep through it or laugh it away
But the day will be back soon enough
She'll hit the light switch yet again

It's time to turn out the lights
And go easy on ourselves
A busy life is exciting
But we eventually need to breathe
And relax

An unstoppable force
Meets an immovable object
Instead if colliding head-on
And wrecking the world around them
The force slows in its tracks
The object uproots itself
They meet in the middle
To exist in a wonderful paradox
Because who cares what physics dictates is possible
It shouldn't matter anyways

I don't believe in you
Nothing personal, only policy
One developed a long time ago, and rooted deep
Like a ****, started off small
Not watered daily
But instead fed by the constant scorching heat of doubt
The stray falls of skepticism from the clouds
And the scattered whispers from weeds among us
They come in large amounts

You hold a strong title
And have been called many names
None of which I think are worth a breath
So instead they share only one
God
Love
Family
Friends
Purpose
Optimism
Hope
They are all as redundantly ridiculous and deserving of ridicule
As the next
A clown car in which one silly, silly entertainer emerges after another
Each one's existence almost goofy enough
Worthy enough
To provoke a mixture
Of a scoff and a giggle
Almost

However, if someone were to be here, where I am now
See what I see
Know what I know
Feel what I feel
I could understand, ever so slightly
Why they might choose to believe