Do not build your house
upon the clouds
because while they look able
they fall apart
like the best of us
when their load amounts
to more than they were created for
they open up and pour
and feed the greens of the floor
and I know they sound
promising to visit
but I'll let you know
don't float too close
because they lose their brilliance
and are much more shallow
than the rain they pour
had you assuming
before.

I want to run through green fields
screaming at the sun;
fearless.

I want to climb a mountain whole
and swim free in the ocean;
thoughtless.

I want to dance among the trees
and sit somewhere cosy,
pondering over love.

I want to walk through this city
and listen to my music,
slowly falling apart.

I want desperately
to breathe in
the madness of nature.

I've never known falsehood
like the empty laughter at a party
or when the people dance
inside the limitations of
what is normal, what is preferred.

Nobody decided dance
had to be executed a certain way.
All you need to do is sway.

I will not accept the pollution
of the people around me.

We were dancing
on the tables
singing
Katy Perry anthems.

You stabbed me
in my left eye
with some cheap,
sticky paint.

I brought pasta
to the party
but I forgot to
bring the spoons.

We were laughing
at our facepaint
in the ladies room.

I miss you,
but you should know,
I miss everybody else too.

One day
I'm going to leave
this in my rear view.