I’m sitting here watching my life fly by before my eyes.
And I watch them living theirs as I fake a smile for you.
I’m rotting away cause of a fear that ain’t mine.
I’m trapped cause I’m wrong in all I say and all I do.

But nothing changes if nothing changes,
And I’ve changed for the best.
Nothing changes if nothing changes.
It’s up to you to do the rest.

Now I know that I ain’t trusted ‘round here.
I also know that home is where you’re happy; where your heart is.
Cause in this broken home, we live our lives in fear.
Yeah, but I’m not willing to be a part of it no more.

So I’m stuck in one place and it’s all because of you.
You’re too afraid to trust, too afraid to move out of this place that’s bringing you down.
You’re concerned about your image. Not about your life.
You’re afraid to be wrong. You only care that you’re right, and look where that’s gotten you.

But nothing changes if nothing changes,
And I’ve changed for the best.
Nothing changes if nothing changes.
It’s up to you to do the rest.

It’s four in the morning, and I can’t sleep.
I’m tossing and turning in the ocean so deep.
And before I know it, the sun begins to rise
Over the horizon, blinding my eyes.
Time to wake up and start the day,
And finish my work so I can play.
I’ll drink my *** and I’ll do my dance
On the deck of this ship on this vast expanse.
But a storm’s-a-brewin’, and now it’s getting late,
So I’ll save all my work for a later date
And I’ll die in this storm with a smile on my face,
Dancing my way out of this nautical rat race.

I could be a morning person
If I could wake up with you everyday.
And if I had the choice,
In your arms is where I’d like to stay.

Cause when I hold you close,
Your heart’s in sync with mine.
You’re the one that I want the most.
You steal my breath with the way you shine.

I could be a brilliant artist
If I could stare at your face for hours.
And if my life was a garden,
You’d be my favorite flower.

Cause when I hold you close,
Your heart’s in sync with mine.
You’re the one that I want the most.
You steal my breath with the way you shine.

Scorching sand covering my toes
Salty air in the wind that blows
The land and water harmonize ;
You're sublime, sweet summertime.

The ocean waves are in my hair,
And there are people everywhere.
This whole place is a perfect rhyme;
You're so sublime, sweet summertime

Sunset to sunrise, I am awed;
I cannot find a single flaw.
The stars glow brighter every night;
You're so sublime, sweet summertime.

She sells seashells by the sea shore
Returns each year, for she needs more
Of the grand, ever-changing skies;
You're so sublime, sweet summertime.

Sometimes
At night
I get so restless
Words swimming inside my head
Dazzled by the bright orange-like glow
Emitted by my desk lamp
I see letters of the alphabet
Drifting in the air
I get mildly agitated when I cannot string them
to pen something decent

My lamp illuminates
All night
Afraid to sleep in the dark
And yet not fearful
Of playing with fire in the daylight

Sometimes
At night
I get so restless
Through my bedroom window
I gaze at the pale moonlight
And wonder
If I ever crossed your mind, today

Just once

The world is so loud,
yet
peaceful
with all the sounds
compounding into one.

Why must
we take away the sounds of nature,
of danger,
of love,
and leave in it's place
the sound of destruction,
of hate.

And while i'm on the topic
of sound,
why has it always haunted me so,
the sound of
silence?
what is it about this soundless noise
that fills me with dread?
Maybe it's that
silence equals
death,
which I refuse to give into.

Maybe it's the fear of going deaf,
and never hearing the sweet sounds of birds in the morning when I awaken,
or the music that drives me,
that makes me live.

Let's trip on acid
And drink bleach till we choke and die.
For my soul needs to be free,
This broken body is starting to fall apart
at the seams.
We'll drink the night away,
till all our blood is poison
and we pass away in our sleep.
Let us explore the universe,
explore our conscious
unless
the world ends
the moment my soul is free.
Free from the torture,
the anguish.
I'll drink up to my neck,
and soon
I'll be unchained.

In the clean,
crisp air
of early morning,
I make my way
down to the field
where I plan to spend most of the day.
My heart pounds,
my body trembles
nervously as I walk.
Today, I leave this earth,
if only temporarily.
I settle down beneath a tree,
perfectly alone as
I open my brown paper bag.
Inside, my escape
to a better world,
my early morning confidence helping me relax.
After about an hour or relaxing
bright circles appear,
floating around in my empty field.
They're friendly, welcoming
to me, pulling me out of my lazy state.
Running freely, I follow them
with not a care in the world.
the field has turned vivid, bright and colorful,
the warmth dancing on my skin.
This running doesn't last long
as I slip down in the middle of the field.
The big beautiful sky passing by,
the clouds wave hello
as they pass by me
and that early morning confidence takes me away to a happier place.

Asleep by a river

   In tidal eclipse.

Girl with straw hair

   And strawberry lips.


Placid.

   As the afternoon sun.

Her dreams are of scarlet

   And barely begun.


I do not know why

   She rests here on my bank.

Her time would be brief

   She told this me frank.


But here she lays bidden.

   Shut up with her eyes

Where mine look with longing

   To cacophonous skies.