Once the world is watching
there it is
always
next to me
something so freeing
it just has to be

What of that moment in time
when it becomes time
to say another line
in time to march worlds forward
to the end
until the end of time?

What of my mind?
What of it's search,
divine,
for the divine
in a time when it's jarring
even in rhyme
to mention but still
it has to be
even at that time?

In due time
I'm sure I will find
But 'til then it's to seek
while going out of my mind
taking two steps toward that direction
each time.

Why even bother?
Why go there?
Why try?
Why do anything at all?
Why even ask why?

Why so many faults
so many dreams
waiting to die?

Why so many more
that don't even try?

What
pray tell
do you seek to say
on this
another day?

Do you have plans to dream
or do you dream away
each day
in no certain haste
wondering
what a waste?

Does it stand
that with time
an end
And at the end
then again?

Or is it wonder
that lets it all cease
leaving you wondering
what it means to me?

Somedays I long for another way
to say
once again
that it was you who had
the taste to see
all that was me
but no more.

And though I have since changed
and nothing has remained the same,
I still wait to be just
what it was meant to be
even without you
and me.

I fear nothing, it's true and that I know,
it was to be you, me, and more.
What more can I see,
but what was meant,
what never was,
and what desperately wants to be.

Someday soon
there we will be
together at last.

On days I try to be
who I've denied
I couldn't even
understand why.

Some days I dream,
though I often wonder,
should I not,
where would it all be then?