There once was a **** called Burt
Who said that he'd never been hurt
He falls for The Prom Queen
Who ****** the whole ball team
Poor Burt now knows she's a flirt.

.

Your eyes of clear water oceans, endless as stars
and seas I've crossed - a perfect tide gathered me whole
healing waters washed our days, birds of fluted music played

Breathing in
the rhythm of wind
we float, suspended as the stars
surrendering to the hypnotic glow of moon

We who lay
our troubled hours
soft on maiden ferns
never a lesson, but
for love's sake
shall we ever need
to learn

I look at the same place
Once
Twice
A thousand times
And I still will not be sure
That it is reality

I don't always say what I mean
And I mean a lot of things I don't say
So I talk with you in my head
And you, and you, and you
I always get replies

I catch myself smiling or frowning
And then I give myself a scolding
But the worst is when I forget
Which conversations were real
And which ones were not

Sometimes
My body twitches
And I can't stop

this is not intended to mean anything

I just want to clear a little space in my mind
I've been thinking a lot lately about how most of the time I'm living in yesterday, or tomorrow.

but never today.

why is it I have such a hard time living in today?

too much thought, not enough living.