One by one,
They fall to the ground.

Two by two,
They come toward you.

Three by three,
You yell, “Look at me.”

Four by four,
You blow them toward the street,
And away from the door.

Three by three,
You yell at me,
To come back to the door “PLEASE!!”

Two by two,
You close the door,
When I walked back through that door.

One by one,
They still fall,
Even though I sit,
With my back against the wall.

One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
I sit waiting for her at the door.

Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
I wait for a text ‘til it’s late

One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
I see her walking through the door.

Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
I asked her on a date.

One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
She walks back out through the door.

Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
I have died here on the floor,
Before I could walk her out,
Through the door.

It is torn apart,
And put back together.

Pieces get lost,
And replaced.

It always changes,
Never the same from day to day.

As time goes on,
Pieces get stuck,
And broken,
And maybe even burnt,
As the events in your life,
Take you apart,
And put you back together,
Like a jig saw puzzle.

An idea comes from the mind,
So fast,
The body doesn’t mind.

But if that idea,
Gets lost or stolen,
Your body starts destroyin’,
The thing you need to keep goin’.

And as your body starts,
To beat it up,
And you start to gain,
A broken heart.

It is day in the night,
When the lights are kicked on,
On a hope filled night.

Ropes are pulled,
And pieces are moved,
Before the actors begin to prove,
That they are someone else to you.

The play flows effortlessly,
From scene to scene,
While the crew jostles,
To make it look good to you.

As the play starts to wind down,
The day starts to die,
As the lights slowly start to dim,
As the curtain closes,
On this glorious day.

It moves,
Then it stops,

It runs,
Then it walks,

It confuses me,
Then I understand.

It is in reach,
Then it’s out.

It races and wins,
While you loose.

It dies at night,
And comes back to life in the light,
To show you that life is great,
Even though your mind can’t wait,
For your body to wake.

Only thing faster than the light,
Is the night.

The only thing faster than the night,
Is the mind.

The only thing faster than that,
Are the hopes and dreams,
That everyone has set,
In hopes to move forward,
In the life that they’ve led.

But because the night is faster than the light,
And the light is faster than the day,
Nobody is able to catch,
The hopes and dreams in which they set.