One day when the moon is high, When all the stars are aligned in the sky, When you don't have to worry or even try, You will have the chance to come fly. Till then, dream of me, smile and sigh.
Yesterday he asked permission to kiss her. "When pigs fly!" she said, with a laugh and a scoff. Today he marched in holding a pig with wings Duct-taped on (so they wouldn't fall off).
He tossed it in the air, I swear it did fly I know because I saw him kiss her goodbye.
She was a girl bogged down Stuck in a mire When she climbed she fell She couldn't get any higher But when she falls she lands Like a bird on a wire Cause she's got something within her Within her there's fire So she cut her ties She's never coming back She's riding her train To the end of its track Where she knows no one Not a Jill or a Jack And no one Knows what she lacks But with no destination She's stuck wandering No visible future She's stuck pondering About the potential She's busy squandering So without any answers She's stuck wondering
Your thoughts don’t have words every day They come a single time Like signal esoteric sips Of the communion Wine Which while you taste so native seems So easy so to be You cannot comprehend its price Nor its infrequency
What am I? Who am I? Am I the bird flying or the mossy floor below? Questions to be answered yet left behind Feeling lost in the sea of unknown These thoughts, emotions I'm at a lose Am I questioning too much? Thinking alittle too much? Trapped in my world of wanting more yet receiving less than desired My mind seeming empty yet full as I look out unto the sea chaos in this place My wandering soul slowly fading, my words in the emptiness of obscurity Blurring my reality with questions I can not answer Am I here or there? Am I a ghost unseen or simply barely living? These thoughts, feelings Calling out from the dark waiting to be heard