I want to bathe in the instant
Be inspired to be alive
Inside a second
Feel around in it
See the frames
My film roll is developed
But I only see blurred lines

I've said it before...
I could spend the rest of my life with you from the start.
Kids or not, whatever you would want.
With a house where we could make ends meet
And still make all of our art.

It's a dream, but some people will try hard enough in this world
Where they can come true.
Whenever I am drunk, lonely, *****, being hit on or flirting,
I always think of you...

I know you know what love is; somewhere hiding inside.
I don't just act like I love you when I am around,
I act and feel it wherever I go, I don't have to try.

But you can't promise me anymore. Just do it or don't.
I just want you to start living, and see what you find.

Love me, or love me no more. Let's please make up our mind.

The reason why it's so hard for us to get paid and live on our words is because words don't cost us anything to give.

I sit on the street and pass out my writing.
All but a few keep on driving.

Do I just sit here and lock up my poems?
Throw them in a vault and never show anyone?

I sit in the market and pass out my writing.
All but a few keep on talking.

***** it. I don't care if nobody will pause to read.
And I don't care what they say about me, because words are cheap.

I sit on the pier and pass out my writing.
All but a few keep on walking.

Those who dare to sit and read, instead of speak while blind
Will find the value in a stranger's lines
Hidden just underneath.

I sit on a mountain and pass out my writing.
A hiker came by today and did something strange...

He started reading.