the algorithm is so random
I don't understand
what makes something trend

kind of like the real world
isn't it?

the poems here are
really interesting
they come back to me later
like words from a song

whether a dramatic odyssey
or a page
ripped out of your diary

these silent lines really speak to me
out loud in my head
as I read along

hope

\/
a candle in the window

I reach out my hand

I can feel that fire
from where
I stand

out here in the cold

I understand fear
fear says "run"
fear says "fire"
fear says "gun"

fear keeps us alive
if we keep our head
but step away from its brother:
dread

I don't understand dread
dread says "why try?"
dread says "love is fleeting"
dread says "you will die"

that doesn't help me
to survive
I don't want to feel dread
I want to feel alive

back in the day
it was okay
to say
one day
but not today

to wait was not
cause for regret
I did not need
to decide yet

it's fine
I still have time
but I am older
every time I blink

what I miss most
about the past
is having time to think

I might as well
chase the Sun
on and on and
west and west

until
the new day
finds me running

far away
from where I left

I might as well
chase the Sun
west and west

until
the new day
finds me running

far away