triangle
triangle
spell it for me.

how much more happy
  can i possibly
    be?

oh, i
thought
you had
all
    the
answers.

i wanna go places
people dream about

i wanna go places
people talk about
but never see

i wanna see those places
and then
talk and dream
       about them.

we're all just humans
in this
paper thin
onion skin
stretch of humanity.

and more than that!

we're all alive
in this
whirlpool
world
of everything
just being.

and so, with that,
i can celebrate
that my eyelids
rest on my eyes
when i sleep at night.

with curls
shaped like
the soup spoons
in sushi restaurants

and eyes
sometimes green
sometimes grey
sometimes blue.

the world seemed to
stretch out before him.

what vast expanse.

driven
to
taste,
and touch,
and hear and see

and feel
it all together.

driven
to
be.

with curls
shaped like
the soup spoons
in sushi restaurants

and eyes
sometimes green
sometimes grey
sometimes blue.

she said
that they would
travel the west
like a run on sentence

and to miss her
but she'd be safe
because he was
bringing a shotgun

and to visit.

and i will.

juice box and soda pop
and post modern electronic rock
and
all these various things
ringing  
through the halls of my dreams

where the memories
they slip and stack
and some come forth
and some push back but
in the end they'll return
for just,
one last look and I'll learn

about
all the things i never knew
were part of who i felt was true
i'll,
fin'lly see for myself
all these,
thoughts i've left on the shelf

like the

juice box and soda pop
and post modern electronic rock
and
all these various things
ringing  
through the halls of my dreams

but as
nostalgia loses its grip
and memories begin to slip
back
to where they reside
buried
deep down and inside

my mind
will refocus on the now
and point forward
deciding how to
carry on with my days
find my
way through maze after maze

and at
days end when I lay to rest
i almost always feel my best
when
i return to my mind
free to
take whatever i find

and its
only in my dreams i feel
that maybe afterall i'm real
and
descartes would agree
if i
said i think i was me

back to
juice box and soda pop
juice box and soda pop
juice box and soda

pop

i think about
a lot of things
and most of them
don't stay for long
but if i had to
sum it up,
for you,
i think i'd try.

i think about my memories
and replay laughs
and lessons, kisses
and the first time seeing
people who i now know well.

i think about the near future
and try to tame expectations
and try to focus on the now
but sometimes it
gets tough.

i often feel like
dipping in and
out of life like
something rolling
back and forth
along the wave break
resting now and then.

but mostly i just
think of that
which is before me
like a map or
flower or a shadow
or whatever form i find.

so when you asked me
what i think
it at first seemed
a riddle, for
i'm not sure
i think at all
now that i
think
about it.