There's absolutely no proof
That if left alone
Human beings will be
Or course correct more than anyone
Who have lost themselves
Most resoundingly at sea

If anything we
Need more guidance than ever
In this time of being most encouraged to be

Whatever we feel
Whatever we dream

When really we are actually not at all these things

We are just that which sees
Humans who be

Noone wants filet minion
Everyday
And if they do they don't have it

Envy is an occasional thing
Whereas the truth is much more real
And substantial

I was walking
Down a path of premeditated evergreen
Kicking at pinecones with a well-known song
When you came along
And in looking down at this discovery
Not that you fell too far for me
But there you were
Most beautiful and suddenly
There and aware
You became known to me

The dream of being
One day more
(than you already are)
Is **** of sleep
And of walking nowhere

Kiss me like the moonlit stars, reflect and reach the Everglades, and embue with blue like the Sunday shade. Cool, crisp, refreshing, and new.

Don't cut my leaves and curb my bite, to melt me into pasty walls of glowing white. Which will only hold the captured light of the sun which shines to rise.

Don't let me fall without a trace. To meet my end in the shallowing streams of fading grey, where I could never dream of meeting thee, with such a wave.

But take my greeting in from rooftops as a simple sign of life to stay, and fall like stars of burning Orr if you must. Frozen until crashing down, only catch me along the way.

The most beautiful light
Is the bounding brightness
Which leaps off of perfect snow
And catches high in the ceiling eyes alive

Such a vision will be forever alive in me.

See this?

Meet me in between the lines
  Where the voice hums and the mind hides
     Most adamantly
        Away from these
Distract me until this most recent death
   Is dead to me
And hug me still
   Until I'm still
   Until all that’s left is the music and us
   Until, until
My earbuds hums and burst with song
    And shatter my drums
         Because these other songs are too sad for me

Though you may squint,
And look and see,
And maybe catch a glimpse perhaps

In remembering your past,
In looking up most lovingly

That was the past,
And you're no longer that

And now, this present sight,
Is me

It's drive and focus
   Edge and flexibility finesse
It's youth which fades
   Bulls On Parade
   And my curse midst blessing
   One of many things
BEST my meaning, interesting
   As for one more year
   This old mortal
   Is king
Forward any doubters
   Doubts trying to bring