Alarm snoozing, coffee brewing
Rushing to work
Phone ringing, papers flying
Late for work
Boss calling, officemates looking
Trouble at work
Computer typing, paper signing
Stress at work
Client talking, hand shaking
Success at work
Pen clattering, ink spilling
Nervous at work
Sweat dripping, Boss asking
Failing at work
"Goodnight" saying, coffee sipping
Alone at work
Tears falling, lip trembling
Frustrated to work
Silence growing, voice whispering
"I am here"
"I will wipe away every tear"
"I will lift you up"
"Because I love you"
Spirit lifting, soul restoring
The Lord comforts me

Do you know that girl?
That girl with the crinkly-eye smiles
And laughter coming out of her mouth.
Just being with her might make you think,
Her life is so easy.
Shes got good grades,
Poise and grace,
Friends who love her,
And a strong faith.

But honestly,
You dont know her.
You dont know.
And you just might be surprised
What her life's really like.
When she takes her mask off.

And so the world changed.
With people vicariously living through the 'net.
No longer would people spend 300+ hours writing a novel,
Instead they would write you an article telling you the 10 best ways to focus on character develop.
People couldn't focus long enough to bake a cake,
but could tell you the top 8 secrets to a dazzling icing.
People wouldn't touch an instrument to create music,
but instead would read about the three tricks to get good at guitar in a week.

People would talktalktalktalktalktalktalk and writewritewritewritewritewrite about life.

But no one could live it any more.

i met a boy today

with warm hands

and his fingers bumbled as

they passed me my change.

i don’t think i’ll see

him again.

but that’s okay.

and i stood, chest heaving

up

and

down,

in socks and clothes meant

for summer.

and the wind, it roared around me

threatening to topple me

over.

and, i stared down the

cliff, stares at the bottom

and i wondered.

wondered what i’d look like

down there.

pale and cold, ****** and broken.

i wondered if i’d jump and

my mind would stay here,

toes buried in the sand

as my body fell, tumbled and

bounced.

i wondered if i’d see the blood,

watch it pool out around me,

feeling calmer than i ever had

and then,

i stepped back from the cliff edge,

perhaps another day.

the sun will rise tomorrow

and the next day

and the next

and the next,

over and over

and over again,

continuous, cyclic

forever.

too bad to you it’s

positive. so positive.

for it speaks of

ageless tremors and

never ending fears.

it talks of not caring of

my woes, laughing at

my pain.

and it does on

and the next day

and the next day

forever.