Who are you?
    Chaff on the wind?
    Child on the swing?
    An acorn falling midst the thick of Fall?

And what are you?
    A babbling brook?
    A winding road?
    Or a born tree with lead lined ink, skyscraper tall?

Why are you so?
    A constant ache?
    A worried mind?
    A mentality amongst those most small?

And who are you?
    And what are you?
       And why must I ask?
         Are you even here at all?

When you look at me
See not my deeds
But the gravitas behind who I've become

See me and only me
If you please

I haven't forgotten you
Or fallen softly into the arms of the forlorn
Almost memories no more, no
I haven't forgotten because because
I haven't forgotten the last of us
Of which once was
So much more

I still remember

Don’t cast your belief upon other people
  or think yourself too dreamy or not
no lasting deal is ever left on the table
  no potential memory is wrought with forgot

Cast stars like lines and looks like dice
  and roll and roll yourself ever on
say yes to the self which you’ve yet to be
  speak truth to the could of want and beyond

New songs
are like lovers
once newly discovered.

When you find them
you'll loop them
and listen unendingly.

Thinking that the newness
they provide
is what perfectly defines
your life as it is.

Yet knowing all along
in the back of your mind
that such feelings wont last
once a few days have past
and the love which you felt
is no more playing back

Yet we loop in our minds
doing no more to define
the true meaning of presence
in another person's life.

Because all feelings will fade
like the end of all days
and Martin Luther was right
when he proclaimed God remains

Words carry me and coerce me
Drive me further away and on
They ever emplore me
Never employ me
Help to diversify me
And occasionally to yawn
Not just the at but with the person
I am impersonating myself
A staggering man
A sentenceless soul
A distant floodlight casting clouds
No word were ever a cry for help

If my name was more unique
   My cadence more strong
   My words more angry
   Or my roving eye of justice
   — More outstretched and long
Maybe then I would stand out to you
Maybe then I would start to sing anew
But probably not
As you cannot sing what is not meant to be your song

It's like pouring water down a well
To find someone
To hold within
Your darkest thoughts to secrets tell

Because if they listen
(And there's no guarantee they will)

Understand this...
That all is well
Because the understanding itself may not matter
When you’re pouring water down a well

Why is it in my nature to GO
And to never to stop
And see the simple sun
Rise as it was meant to be

Unless it is my own idea that is
Then instead, I'll stop for whatever suits me

Fancy that

Just beyond the hillside windmills unstill
Where the horizon meets the sky
and eyes are lost in clouded light
Brighter than all cares and graduation caps combined

It is where the goodness of present day
And the tides of gifted times glide past
Beneath the feet of the lover stands
A happily shifting sand which has eroded away

And the only thing left there between us to be
Is the sea
In all of its wonderous and most secretive
Glory to be shared as one

(And all this my dear, is just beyond)

When I lose myself, in the quiet, I go
I dig till the tin scrapes rock and Orr
Find soil in the sand and make it so

In my sign, unfound
Reach down into the well for a drink of cold
Pluck stars from the sky once young and align

It is not enough to claim these seas, my own which roll
And boats that turn on waves a dime

No
What I do in each moment is this

To the pit of my stomach I reach
I grind

Deep and somber currents cold
Turn beneath a calming surface young
As darkness subsides above as below
No older have I grown

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