I’m keen to the art of deceiving
I have all the flowers believing
I lie in my grave
But I’m really not that brave

I swing from the branches of the trees
I twist the stems of all the leaves
I die in the sun
So the moon can mock my fun

I’m a book left open on the table
I’m a chair, a little less than stable
I sit in my shadow
And, pretend that I’m not callow

I used to beg the moon to send a ladder
I’m not amused by adolescent chatter
So just be quiet
And, be surprised by what you know

You see the moon, it grins from below
We dance above it and we provide the glow
It isn’t easy
When the sun is in your soul

I’m not keen to the art of dying
I try my best to live by trying
I stay alive
Through the litter on the street

Have you ever found yourself wishing to be struck by lightning?
Waiting for that moment where your body seizes up
When you spent what seems like infinite moments
Being caught between a breath and a pulse

All time stretches as if it is being pulled
By a force you dont know yet
But you will know it soon
That excruciating force will become a part of you

It will stretch you to the brink of snapping
Then, at the last millisecond
It will let go of you and leave you suspended
Till the ground catches your stiff, your soul gone

Who finds themselves wishing for that forceful jolt?
That last spark of life given and life taken away
A force of life that, for a split second, becomes a part of you
And the same force that will tear you apart

The world is full
Of angry people
And simple problems
With no solution
That you can’t get
Away from here
You live in fear
In the comfort of home—
Just sad
Just alone



The sky is so vast
You search for heaven
And know the truth
You’ve lost your youth
That you can’t bury
Inside of you
To ease your fear
In your heart—
Just doubt
Just despair 
 

Always remember
From ash we were made 
And to it we return
No lesson to learn
Nothing you can carry 
And the truth is scary
There’s no room for fear 
In the watershed— 
Just dust
Just dead

It’s a shame that it is ending
It’s like I dream, so weakening
I guess I slept too long
I woke only to find you gone

It’s a shame I lost a friend
Broken things are hard to mend
I guess you have no need
No hunger I can feed

No one so lonely goes to sleep
Their eyes won’t close and they can’t eat
And who am I to suppose
That you do any one of those?

It cures the heart of the disease
It drowns every need to please
I guess you did me one good
I did care way more than I should

No one so lonely runs away
They cling, hold tightly until you stay
And who am I to suppose
That you’d do anyone of those?

I guess I’m optimistic

I guess I’m hopeful

I guess I’m just friendly, and you don’t need a friend

I guess

I guess

I guess

The end