Sunken
Sleepy
Party eyes

Wandering
Wavering
Hands

Without direction
Time moves
As we stand still
Planted

Spills and thrills
Last for how long?
How long does this last?

Sight is clearing up
When all should be fogging over
Details illuminated
Strung along for the ride

The trip
Without destination or
Coordination
Runs

Shifting and
Shivering
But understanding and embracing

Your insides are shining

Gave me the key to your heart
Upon my arrival, you
Slammed the door
In my face.

You like me better when inebriated
You want me; flying high
Lost all sense of inhibitions
But with truth and sobriety
Comes silence and disregard
Misunderstood
Timeless lack of knowing
Always running circles
Around your silly empty head
Searching for some way out
To escape

I think you want to feel
But rather numbing simple accessibility
Trumps all other efforts of freedom
And of chance
To know how
To feel
To understand and to be understood
Flying high, blind in all sublime numbness

Terrified to love what is so painless
To accept as is
Never questioning purpose or potential
It is all lost; flying high

No love to lose
No chance to gain
No mind to cherish
No one else to blame

Silent nights
You think of another
But you end up the fool
No one will answer
Your words
Just flying high

Sealed lips longing to scream
Aching jaw

Sinking stomach and
Rising heart
Still moving without regret

Barely conceiving
This reality
Awaiting
Years of turmoil
Pain
Confusion

Now freedom
But trapped

World of opportunities
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

Chance to start
New
Fresh
Real

No doubts
No concerns

No control
Free of all shackles
Free of all obligations
Provided only by that self

You are there
Somewhere
Anticipating the magic
The meeting

Proof that you exist
The concept
The feeling
Proof

Freedom to find

To fly
To begin
To understand what love is
The cherish and be cherished
To never second guessing
To Freedom
To change
To be me
For me
Finally.

When we used to watch shows
In that deep dark place
Nothing but music
Noise
Alone in a crowd of swinging arms
Kicking legs
Hands around my hips
Hold on
We listen
Booming
Bass passing through
Our bodies
This is youth
This was freedom
Standing
Watching
Hearing everything
We wouldn’t say
We let our music fill
The void

A travelling heart
Won’t settle to soon
A travelling heart expects nothing
It loves as it goes
But keeps a safe distance
Fluidity and movement
Allow safety from settlement
From truth and definiteness

When will the heart be ready?
To remain
To accept another
And be still
When enough has been seen
And enough has been done
Who will settle this travelling heart?

I know it’s cliché
To say “All the world’s a stage”
But truth lies here

To perform our parts
Versatility, adaptation
Assimilation

Roles presented as they may
To be hero or villain
Innocent or conniving
How much one chooses to reveal
To their audience

What secrets will stay hidden
Until a fight to the death

All in all
"All the world's a stage"