My we revel in the here and now
releasing ourselves from tomorrow
Time ill spent can’t be returned
and we don’t know how much has been borrowed

Sometimes inside
I see oceans
inspired
by the breadth of the sea
From atop a great hill
my heart and lungs fill
with a spirited hunger to be

Sometimes inside
there are valleys
buried in layers of sand
Where eyes have not cried
for dreams that have died
and hope is lost once again

We are little boats
in the harbor
yearning to set sail
for the sea
Tied to the docks
the fear in us mocks
our God-given right to be free

Splashes of Van Gogh’s yellow
from the daffodils of Spring
color the Winter canvas
to inspire the birds to sing
Though, a bit more than a casual hint
when flowers pop through the snow
The stubborn incumbent season
just does not want to go
It has become apparent to me
as I gaze at the budding trees
that Winter can do nothing more
than wave goodbye and sneeze

Yesterday a hazy memory
Tomorrow is but a dream
Today’s expectations working hard
to build a head of steam

Avoiding pain
and chasing pleasure
Another vice
for good measure
We cannot stay
So, we’re on our way
searching for that hidden treasure
of heaven’s fragrance
in the air
that lets us know
that love is there

There’s more to you
than your problems
There is more to life than fun
Most of us have much to learn
so, you aren’t the only one

There is no place in which to flee
There is no place to hide
Running is no solution
The ones who know have tried

There are no easy answers
to questions no one asks
But, if you can find
who you really are
you can toss that heavy mask