So many forks, the middle obscure;
decisions so painful, just want to find home.

Caring people pointing this way and that,
but I know to well,  I'll be travelling alone.

I want to feel grateful it's happening,
scenic trials past and to come.

But my horizons are endlessly clouded with forks;
My chance for the middle is gone.

Set sail on a course with divine intentions
compass blissfully ignored;
looking up at the ******* waves in no time every time

Now my friend is dead and I'm uninspired.
His own ship in a bottle but I can't let go
do both - do neither - an ocean of vast indifference
Stars teasing they can steer me home.

Creaking along historic docks,
Winds of beauty and pain;
me peacefully unneeded.
Good enough - but it never is

Voices call from distant shores
Sleeping ashamed on an uncertain course

Looking up at the ******* waves

One of the herd, a predetermined fate;
Blades of grass and watering holes

Retracing worn tracks in the dust while evolution laughs as it won't share its plans

I crave greener pastures, but dare not stray;
Eyes always up, as fate intended.

When bad things happen to good people;
I watched her die so painfully.
Wanting to say something;
Not knowing what, not knowing how....

When good things happen to bad people;
I heard them laugh and ridicule.
Wanting to say something;
Knowing that I shouldn't....

Believing in thoughts known to be false;
Leads to empty contentment.
Worshiping icons who know nothing of pain--
ROTTING ASSETS.

When ALL things happen to ALL people;
I search for answers in vain.
Wanting to say something,
Fully aware it won't matter....

Set sail on course everytime
ignore all the warnings
so sure I can navigate
looking up at the ******* waves in no time every time

Now my friend and inspiration are dead
don't know whether to laugh or cry

Why persecute me, I've done nothing to you;
Does it help you to think I feel fear?
I'm desperate, crippled and begging for mercy,
Somehow this pleasures your ear?

The humor in this are the misguided thoughts
As the platinum sun glares the way.
The only solution is beyond the horizon
Which inspires me with little to say.

It's impossible for you to comprehend, a person's refusal to fight.
The battle for faith has it's own battlefield
And time will uncover who's right.

The view from the Chapel shows fingers close yet apart,
The essence persists but cannot reach the core;
Asking for happiness is out of the question,
But peace of mind is waiting impatiently.

Great and terrible occurances don't rely on thought,
The gift of perception allows us to be strong;
Then perceptions become realities--at least to us,
OH--if only you didn't have to stare at that ceiling!

The sun's power effects me greatly,
My body aches for my soul in the night.
How can a person be grateful for every breath;
OH--why did I fall in love with the morning?!

To receive things so knowingly undeserved,
Pushes me towards my destiny;
When trees fall and mouths rest content,
OH--to feel happiness for one glorious moment!