I have a question for you.

We walk with such grace,
but choose to run full force.
Slow and steady wins the race,
running runs you off course.

Our greed and fear of failure,
lead us down broken path.
Rushed into choosing which way to go,
nobody knows who's who,
who knows.

Collectively collecting our own debt,
we run our savior out of town.
All bets are off, please make a bet,
and don't tell me I am the clown.

The smell of freedom, it smells like smog,
but I cannot see it over the horizon.
The bitter sweet taste of a pie in your face,
may make you wonder,
is this the right place?

I wish we would realize what we have done,
but we live and feed on denial.
Obese and dead, we live off his bread,
which can be found in any aisle.

Some people tell me, "It happened to the Romans.",
and to them I say, "*******."
I still have faith, I still believe,
so my question is,
do you?

I never understood “made in God’s image” until I saw her.
Anyone who’s seen her has higher expectations for what heaven looks like.

We’re both sensitive enough to know what love feels like,
and reasonable enough to know that it can be broken.

The first time you use a new toothbrush is nothing like the first time you kiss a girl,
But I still love them both.

Her laugh is a paradox; an outsider would think she either just said the cleverest thing ever or she wishes she could retract it faster than it was said.
Only I know it’s simply because it’s beautiful. It’s easily my favorite language.

I have considered wearing a wiretap so I could go back and listen to all of our conversations again. And I hope that it picked up her heartbeat. She told me, it’s beating exactly like life should sound like.

She offers to iron any wrinkled clothes. I don’t have any. But I have a wrinkled heart.
I thought it was made into origami but it’s just a wadded ball that missed the wastebasket.

The way she dances to hip-hop shows her versatility,
yet you can tell she doesn’t do this every day; but she still dances.

I’m almost too nervous to hug her - knowing it will have to end.
Whenever I let go, I feel like I made a mistake.

Her voice trails off into silence,
like an hourglass that’s trying to hold itself together.

I like that “click-clack” of her boots.
It lets me know I’m next to someone really going places.

She goes to the mini mart with me even when she doesn't want to get anything,
besides more time together.

I found the Realm of Happiness,
behind the Walls of Enlightenment.
But the Citizens of Woe threw me out,
and the Masons of Denial rebuilt the Wall of Enlightenment.

Now, take my hand, and we shall use the Hammers of Faith,
to destroy the now Walls of Denial.
We shall re-enter the Realm of Happiness,
vanquish the Citizens of Woe,
and establish the Temple of Forever.

Botanical garden of love,
show me the path back to life.
Show me the path to righteousness,
not the path to the knife.

Botanical garden of love,
in all your beauty,
if I abide by the rules,
will you free me?

Botanical garden of love,
grow unto me.
Make me one with your beauty,
only you can set me free.

Botanical garden of love,
paint me with the skies.
I wish to never be forgotten,
by her soft brown eyes.