Old paneled walls, worn and weathered
Infinite grains of sand littering my wood floors
The mud that dirties my pant legs on a rainy day
Slimy, soggy, mold-ridden bananas
Rot, Rotten, Rotted
All lead to the essence of brown.

Chameleon blue eyes
that transform to the shade of my mood
cesspools of dark that long for sleep

Lips plain and pink
tight with dryness
crying to be clothed with chap-stick

A nose that screams for attention
large and proud
awkwardly placed on a small face

Skin that reminds me of
Me

Like water through the pores
        of the land
I run through you

Like a worker on and endless
        line
I am constant

Like blood pulsing through the veins
        of your body
I am life

Who are you?
Peeking out from behind
Those dark daring eyes
Waiting
     Hoping
          Knowing
Life will soon begin
Something new, different
Away from the dullness
That surrounds you

Who are you?
Behind that face of gold
Your heart pounding
Desires reaching out
Waiting
     Hoping
          Knowing
Something new will overcome
Changing that golden tone
Shedding light on what remains.

Isn't it insane,
this suffering, this pain?
Some live truly to live
Others want only to die
People who long to take
from others who will cry

There is no one to blame
Life is just a game
Humans are tiny chess pieces
scattered about a board
Separate, yet intertwined
They never last forever

Have you ever lied
to get what you want?
Do you live in regret
of life's many wrongs?

We cheat, we steal
We wound, we heal
We're gone just as fast as we got here
Where will we be one hundred years from now?
Dead, gone, forgotten
No one will be remembered
No one at all
Old ancient pictures lost
in old dusty drawers.