Nothing but the vastness
of it’s own empty space
for the mind
that so desperately
searches for words

There is living
without living
and two kinds of dead
Please don’t put me
in the grave
before the eulogy
is said

It is said there’s a woman,
For every man,
But it's not written in stone,
Only written in sand

We don’t run
We don’t skip
We don’t even walk
We slog
through the mire
of each other’s suffering

Difficult to know
what’s in one’s heart
when one so rarely
looks there
And taking a peek
into Pandora’s box
risks the release
of a nightmare

Oh how my emotion rules me
I can only bow before it
as it’s loyal subject
If only I could rid
this mighty king of it’s crown
to end this tyranny
and reign peace upon the land

To restore the years
the locust have eaten
You must honestly review
time weathered and beaten
Where have you been
trying to know who you are?
It’s not only the world
that wouldn’t let you be you
You may not know it
but, you did it too
Nodding yes to those
who were planning from the very start

To waste the precious you