It's not a question I can answer
because my today
is your yesterday
And your day before that
and the reason I'm still here
to greet you with a smile
is because I haven't found
a good enough reason
to sleep so long
That my today
becomes your
"I remember when he used to smile..."

Sunken eyes filled with tears
Turned into wishing wells
Place a coin in each
And wish for my safe travels
On my voyage down
The river Styx

You can't caress a women
And provide a tender touch
With hands carved into canyons
So you turn those canyons into clouds
And become the morning fog
Lingering over the beautiful earth.

You could pay to know the truth
Or just read between the lines
People speak in coded words
And their meaning
Isn't always in black and white

Stay strong they tell me
Hold your head up
High
And keep your back
Straight
They say
But they don't see the burden
On my shoulders
Or the things I'm thinking of
It's easier to bow my head in shame
Than break my neck
trying to look above

We face facebook
More than books face us
People laugh out loud
But we hear nothing
The sound of taps and clicks
Are the equivalent of mice and crickets
The glow of the screen
Fights for dominance
We swipe our fingers
To flip pages on books
With no paper
Since when did we
Lose our sense of
Value
Giving priority to something
That in reality
Isn't worth a single cent
We are all deaf mutes
Acting a bit thrown back
When we hear our names
Instead of reading them

Up a mental creek
With a broken paddle
What good is a life vest
If you're chained
To an anchor