Maybe you did call me
Maybe you didn't
Why do I feel like
You're not really in it.

I'm scared of you
Your anger radiates
Your knowledge permeates
You are a person
That is the most attractive

I can't stop thinking of you
Not because I like you that much
But because you are in another world
What are you doing there?

Who are you? Where are you?
How can you understand all that I'm saying
I know there are others like you
But what makes you different

I thought that I could love you eternally
Then I thought of the certainty
That all living life is one
And we are alive for an eternity

Now I see you are but a stranger
Someone unknown
Another matter another soul
Another vow that's meant to be broken
Another heart that's meant to be torn

God has a plan for us all
A predestined track of circumstance
Trust is much more than a thought
But a way of life
To think that everything is okay
Everything is all right

If life is an experiment,
where are the variables?
Are they evident?

People come and people go,
places change, people age,
And you adapt as you grow.

Feelings vary through the years,
there’s love, there’s loss,
there’s joy, and tears.

The conditions change, from time to time,
Different settings, journeys new,
no set paradigm.

And the subjects shift,
in the focus of life,
some a curse, some a gift.

Some say happiness comes from within,
but I name it the dependent variable,
changing to reflect life’s every whim.

But there’s one thing I seem to miss:
If life’s an experiment,
where’s the constant in all of this?

Is the constant life, breathing, living?

Is the constant you, existing, here?
Is the constant love, growing, giving?

Is the constant intangible?
Is it time, or place?
What is the unchanging variable?

What does humanity all somehow share?
What connects us to each other,
and throughout our lives is always there?

Did the heavens send her, Or is this a test?
First time I seen her I new!
She was different from all of the rest
Her voice made this mans eyes water
Depressed and torn from my past
I still cant believe I got her
Closer to god I am holding her hand
For if  she were to ever fall
Ill carry her making foot prints in the sand

In this inner city world
In the mind of a woman who digs into her purse and without thought tosses away her old McDonalds coupons onto the ground as if it were her personal garbage can as her second son attempts to sell me a gold fish for a dollar.

I say, "You know, if you take care of those fish and you let them grow they will be worth ten times more." to which he replies "Do you think zombies ****?"

I am waiting for my mother to come with her inner city bus to give me keys to the house that I locked myself out of that I do not call home

The woman lights a cigarette.

I am a pit
You left me an emotionless object
All my life
Is gone
All my confidence
Is gone
All of my will
Gone

My reason to smile at little things
The constant subconscious beaming
The sweet smelling secrets
****** out of me
With a vengeful heartless twist
Of the sharpest dagger of all
The words that I swore
Would never be formed from your lips
That once loved me so tenderly
Or so I thought

I find myself driving at night
Fighting a war
But then I realize
I'm a pit