I've seen this one thousand times,
But I watch it anyway,
Hoping to gain something new,
But I know I won't,
Still I watch,
With eyes open,
And open mind,
Yet nothing is new,
It's like you,
Same shades and colors that you choose,
I get bored and angry,
Not because of me,
but because of you,
And it scares me to hell,
Not because of you,
But the rituals you do.

Killing time,
Is a term I dislike,
Slaughtering seconds,
For sheer delight,
nothing to ponder,
Or question,
Debate,
Just minutes passing,
It doesn't relate,
Life is too short,
To allow time to pass,
Through fingers uncaring,
Of its limited mass,
If infinity were ours,
Then hours we'd waste,
Sometimes with focus,
And sometimes in haste,
But moments are precious,
Rare like some stones,
Regret for our waste,
Will rest with our bones.

Imagination is looked upon,
As a child with a crayon,
Starry-eyed,
All miracles and magic possible,
Drawing kittens on ships,
Birds near clouds,
With crayons all things are attainable,
Suggestions become real,
A new world ask of us,
'Whats up next?,

Morning sun,
Blinding me as I head east,
Though I squint,
Too early for shades,
Just way too **** cold,
And dark.
The desert paint alight with purple and subdued hues of mystery and roads belonging to no one and leading no-place,
I could exit here and be lost forever,
I wish for that sometimes,
Coz lonesome mood brings me down,
travel expects destinations,
Following broken paths is for the young,
For them reaching a place where meaning should whisper a bit in the ear,
Is more about the return than the journey,
Getting back to that place where they started is the goal,
I haven't that desire anymore,
Disappearing is a dream,
Unfulfilled,
Like saying goodbye to that early morning light.
Following still and quiet voices,
And choirs of mind.

A bright unsteady light,
The fuel without consequence,
Enthusiasm and fondness abound,
Presented as drama,
Affection, love and devotions,
Make apparent burning hillsides,
And conflagration exposed,
Consumed by fire,
All is not lost,
There is power in this,
In passion,
In desire,
Containment isn't always best,
Sometimes adding kindle,
Is required.

Down,
Deflated,
Morose,
Sullen,
Life without you,
Seems outright stupid.

She said to me,
If that's the way I wanted it,
Then that's the way it should be,
It's not the way I want,
There is no way I would ever want,
To lose a friend is hard,
To lose a good friend even harder,
To lose the best friend ever,
Is without a doubt harder,
Than anything I've done before,
Tears don't tell the story,
Heart again being torn to shreds,
She was the one who pasted all the parts together again,
And now she leaves?
Without tears,
Just walked away,
As if nothing means nothing no more,
An easy goodbye,
Like all was nothing all along,
Just a pretend love,
Illusory, and made up,
Pretend.