Be it myth
Be it legend
Be it gateways to heaven
Be it word
Be it lore
Be it man’s almighty sword
Be it lies
Be it holy
Be it what’s used to control me
(I will never have the proof,
To discern that it is truth)
But maybe I don’t need to
With an angsty sigh and shuffled movements,
Shoes seemingly lined with cement.
There’s a longing to be with the one I love,
My very warm and comfortable bed.
A bird sang bright and early.
Sweet melodies, a hopeful song.
It sang that all things change eventually,
“Soon. It won’t be long”
With time comes change and at times better circumstances.
Do you think you could hide?
If I took that one step closer,
forced myself into your mind.
Stole your thoughts one at a time
and captured your soul to be mine.
If I crossed that line
and took everything I could find.
Would you have anything left behind?
Each year I shed a layer to renew myself.
I find there’s less of me at the year’s end.
Perhaps I’ll try a new tactic, switch it up,
And take on the new year again.
What better way to
expel random thought than to
write mindless Haiku
Feeling especially uninspired as of late.
I lie here.
My eyes caress the ceiling.
My thoughts visit my past,
And bring back with it memories both fond and distasteful.
Artificial lights ******* the eyes that once saw things differently.
Eyes now glazed with perspective given to them by experience and time.
Eyes that now display with more clarity where my thoughts lie.
Although intangible, I feel my breath dance along my skin.
I conclude there’ll be more of these moments to come.
So I close the eyes that once saw things differently,
As my thoughts stroll aimlessly into my imagination from what once was.