Everyone seems like they were so much older when they were my age,
They always knew what to do,
But for me, for now,
My brain is still buffering

I can't quite make it one full day,
without wishing I were a kid so I could go out to play.
But as a kid looking at the men standing tall,
I always wanted to be one of them,

But no, it's not just what it appeared to be,
From my vantage point in my beech tree,
For I'm still the same kid, only two feet tall,

They never quite got along,
but nothing made them feel wrong,
She always told him, "of course dear"
Regardless of what she did 'r didnt hear

And the *** wasn't ever bad,
But then again it was rarely had,
And words of love were not exchanged,
But they were never quite estranged,

So none were sad when one ol' day,
He just happened to go away,
She never spoke of him poorly,
But never praised him as close to holy,

And he never grudged the mandated checks,
Nor did he ever give her an extra cent.
He never went out to drink until hurlin',
Nor did he seclude himself like Merlin,

And then some day they up and died,
Had a nice funeral,
But I didn't cry.

Who too? Who too? the owl cries,
As he sees all with his glowing eyes,
Death, Growth, and Life anew,
All the while crying, Who too? Who too?

Alone he sits, with his knowledge vast,
Seeing all wherever his eyes are cast,
But none can relate with his knowledge too,
So he continues to ask, Who too? Who too?

A quick stab in the side,
At least it will save him from
                                               "bEiNg BoReD"
Talking, snickering, whispering, talking, talking,
Just a quick stab in the back!
Maybe a hammer to the temple,
And a shot through the heart...

No?
Well, fine.
Ruin my fun.
I assure you he'll be back soon
If Satan couldn't listen to Jesus,
This ****** won't stay a day in hell.

Take Flight!
Take Flight!
Take flight my fleet-footed fellows!
Fly as fast as your feet will allow,
For the time for fearing our future is now!
Can you hear your name, the sisters call!
Their intentions are not for your fortunes at all!
The Fates...
The Fates!
The Fates do call!
For you, for me, for my fellows all!
No Philanthropists aid can forgo this blow,
For the cure for fate no man can know,
So to flight!
To flight!
To flight one and all!
To fly...To escape...our
Fated.
Final.
Fall.

As I forced the bile in my throat back down,
I'm finally content that your body won't be found.

Windows glassy before me,
As the beat behind them slowly comes to a resolve,
This shell before me shall dissolve.
Go onward to place I shall not reach,
Not now at least

The darkness flees the flashing badges,
Something I will not be granted

You are in a better place, or so I assume
By my own hand, I am doomed

These hands I know so well,
That is yours
Mine,

Wrenched behind me as you are stared at in terror
They think my work is over

But I have just began, I really am new to this
I don’t mean to offend but you were simply practice

I'm cast into blue icy depths,
Those eyes of yours and mine had met,
A hardened hate is what I felt
But I don't know of damage dealt

With you I had not a squabble
When we first met your affections toppled!
If I may,
then I will guess
He fed you lies
Must be the reason for those freezing eyes

I’d love to tell you how
                                 I thought
It went to hell
But you two wander off.

I'm pulled out of the frozen waves,
Into suburbs
Where we all live
Your kids come over every other
Day to play with mine

A jostle and I'm back again
Watching your backs walk fast again,

I wish we had a different fate,
But I see now, your hearts are hard,
My character must have been flawed

It is of no effect to me,
Cause if ever a time were to arise,
Or God decides there will be rain,
For you two,
I hope to be near
So that I may hear all your tears,
Stop
As aid comes around
But you will not know from whom,
And I'll leave without a sound.

I hold infinity in my hand,
And yet I cannot grasp it

It has no sky, no sea no land,
No gravity to lash it

Finger to thumb,
Inches stretched into eternity
How can it be,
Private to me
I have my own little infinity

Half, then half,
Then half thousand more
I cannot count,
Hope to find out
The grains upon the shore

Captivated, I’ll continue to stare,
At my hand of naught save air,

Resolved to solve the mystery
Of my own little infinity

I am but…a peaceful poet,
Wishing to lay myself in fields for day after day,
Without need to eat and not know it,
Without war or strife, or shadow of any shade,

I am but…a lackadaisical lover,
Happy not to fight,
But lay awake talking with one another,
Staying up late into the night,

I am but…a comfortable companion,
We all lay looking into the shallow depths of a river,
As bliss is felt, never need to shiver,
Though unneeded, for there is no heat, a few shady trees grow,
Time is silly and is a thing that no one ever knows.

Always filling in the          s,
Deemed incomplete.
Always seen as lesser,
Unable to compete

       s let imagination flow,
With great and wild abandon,
Why people want to fill them in,
Is beyond my comprehension.

There are so few left on their own,
Most           s have been filled-in,
By mindless, programmed, boring, drones,
Faces pale from the din

So save the           s!
Don’t let this be the last haven that there is,
Save the       s,
Save our hope,
Save our imagination