Walking through the woods,
I spot a man,
He says he has no home,
no where to go,
no place to call his bed.

Walking through the woods,
I spot a man,
He asks what I think of myself,
of the world,
of the life that I've led.

Walking through the woods,
I spot a man,
he says that this is the way,
this is the path home,
the place to lay my head.

My mind plays like a movie,
As the sky turns black,
And my lids grow heavy.

I am a virtuoso and composer,
Hidden from sight and mind,
Ready to show the world his talents.

I am a renowned actor,
Full of passion and emotion,
As I cross the stage in a white half-mask.

I am a rock star,
With a broad grin and sure eyes,
Inhaling the cheers and chants.

I am a best friend,
Hand across the shoulder,
As tears roll down her cheek.

The sky is stained blue,
And my eyes open and I realize
I am none of these things.

The life you live
Is full of beauty
Happy you must be
The age you have
Would make you witty
Wise you will be
The time you got
Doesn’t run slower
Don’t waste it never
The friendship we have
I hope will last
Forever

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Oh, Cinderella
you terrible influence

you talk to mice
and sing to birds

you lose your shoes
and run in halls

you ride on pumpkins
and steal from sisters

last, not least
you married a stranger

Let us go then, you and I

As the train bears west

To no eternal end.


Watch the world go by,

More or less.


If I am out of my mind,

I have no preconceptions.


But it is time,

One the edge of reason,

You and I.

You know I promised to write,
Dropped a line last night
Hoping it might
Reach you.

But when I dropped it it fell,
Like a stone in a well,
Drowning in hell,
Couldn’t reach you.

Maybe I'm over thinking things
Or maybe I'm right on target
But I think I met you for a reason
...
I hope I did

The sunlight during summer,
the rain of late, late may,
the sound of ocean waves smashing
up against the bay,

the droplets falling slowly,
the moonlight shining thin,
the feeling of your hair blown back
and tucked beneath the wind,

the ticking of a school clock,
the smell of fresh baked goods,
the feel of running freely, alone,
straight through empty woods,

The sweet call of the bluejay,
the wish upon the star,
the hours spent talking as
I drove you in my car,

The peacefulness of heaven,
the sound of soulful blues,
this is what it feels like
to be in love with you.

I saw you

Unseen

I tasted you

In dream

I laughed at you

On me

Here's to you

I scheme