Ever feel like you just keep
Walking around and not sure
Where you're going?
You start to worry
If you're getting lost when
You bump into someone.
You would have said "excuse me" but
I don't think anybody would be apologizing
To themself.

I like to think sometimes
the stars are looking down at us.
Thinking to themselves,
"Man I wish I could walk
where ever I wanted to!"

It seems we all are trying
to make it big and be a star.
Well how do we know
that the stars are not just wanting
.... to be like us?

A buzzing through my ear  
The simple tones of stress make me so sleepy.  
The abstract thought of the dark and where am going makes me feel like child again.
There is a sound over and over in my head. Like a song that won't leave.
I look straight ahead it doesn't look too good from where I am standing.
I turn off the alarm and fall back asleep. The day can wait five more minutes.

All those little eyes in the sky are going to sleep.
We seem to never want to close our eyes even when they get red.
The only time we ever seem to go to sleep is when we know we will never get up
We make as much noise as we can
Because once we close our eyes the noise will stop.
When the day comes we get tired, our world will go away.
The faces disappear.
The color is nothing.
Sound is dead.
Our fear escapes us.
Our troubles leave with all the noise.
This piece
This small
This old
World
It grows tired of us.
When this planet goes to sleep we will too.

My head is thick with clouds.
The sounds coming from the stereo blend
Into a warm blur of hope.
But when the beast from underneath the sand stirs
I must play dead.
The music stops.
The hope is cut short.
Thoughts seep in
And ferment.
I know I must play dead
But the beast knows too well
The dead's heart can never beat so loudly.
My fear and troubles always scream
And the beast rests itself on my chest.
I cannot breathe
And the beast knows it.
Soon,
I will not have to play dead.

Sitting still on a park bench
Gazing at the horizon.
My eyes glow with the failing light.
The sun is now dying.

You can see how sad it is.
It's not as bright as it once was.
With a heavy sigh
It sinks and sets.

No one else watches.
They are ungrateful.
I hold my breath
And make a wish.

When my eyes open
The sky is black.
No stars, no lights.
I am swallowed in black.

I exist by myself.
I am now mankind.
Never again will I wake up.
This is my last day on earth.

A reflection of myself feels more alive than I'll ever be. 
The solid lines of humility and intent are ever present 
Found only in the eyes looking back at me.
No words need exchange. I know what he is thinking.

If there ever was a point in time
where two souls converge and meet as one..
_________
 
This is where the story begins.
This moment is so delicate
the scratching of pen on paper
would only scuff the memoury.
 
Sketchings of thought never occurred.
It just pieced together right in front of us.
The calm but anxious tension was there
Sitting in between the two of us.
 
The shadows danced in and out
Merely taunting our eyes with what could be.
Neither expecting an outcome.

I feel suspended by the frail threads of this life.
There is no more time for torn thoughts.
The melody in my head is keeping me afloat.
I hang high above the ground bathed in a soft sunset.

I want to grin but feel lost and blank of reason.
My head isn't clouded anymore for I have hold of something.
I have in my hand, your hand. I hold steady my gaze.
I am falling. Falling deep and endlessly into your eyes.

This brings me to a place I didn't know about.
It is still unclear to me where I am, but I am happy.
This life lost its grip on me. Its gravity does not bind me.
I walk in a weightless stride. I have you by my side.

The gentle lull of these sounds in my head
They make me lay down.
Down beside you.
I am so numb.

My time here
I don't know
What to make of it.
There's only one thing I live for...

I wake up every morning
To see your smile.
This presence beside me
Makes me feel alive.

Wonder how I have
Been living without you
For so long.
You make me feel alive.

We walk in the rain.
Raindrops.
They are as sweet
As your kisses.

Together we live like
There is no tomorrow.
I smile to myself
When you take my hand.

We lay these perfect
Footprints
In the sand.
Only we know why they are perfect.

The rain starts to
Pour down harder
I take you in my arms.
I love how you look at me.

Arms around my neck.
Breath on my chest.
Fingers in my hair.
Your heart flutters when I kiss your neck.

We sway in the rain
Holding our breaths
You make my
Life matter to me again.

As the sun approaches the trees gently sway their outstretched arms.
The stars soon decide to call it a day and return home.
As the trees start their days they seem to quietly catch a few songbirds in their palms.
Only the wise Elm trees know how to coax the few birds this winter morning out to sing.
A soft exhale then a quick puff to blow out the lantern is when the day finally starts for me.

The biting air keeps my cup of coffee close to my chest.
Eventually the cool colours blend into the morning skyline.
Watching lazily as my breath begins to disappear
The thought of rebirth comes to mind.... then slips away.

A forgotten yawn, and I take another drink.
My road to redemption is just the same. Forgotten.
I look up and watch the placid skies above.
I make a sudden lurch out of my seat, and leave.