A quarter used to be a bag of chips,
days eye level with countertops,
2000 is a big number
when 5 is all you know,
maybe there's a one on the end like those twin towers,
and the falling man on the TV,

Or maybe it was blow up furniture in the shed with the hose on,
and a neighbor with a hose too,
He was kind, a big kid I didn't know,
Shrek plays on the TV, Only superstars
break the mold,

Mold in the basement,
dirt floor and the smell of summer fills my lungs
but then I'm on the bed with her, and The people's elbow
makes me laugh,
but feeling something else too, something
shameful like what's on the TV, on the TV there are those dead babies,

Dead people from the towers, I hear someone say
at the store, and I have a bag of chips, but my pants are down,
She te telling me to just watch wrestling and relax, but I just
want to know why,

Why am I 25 now but the hose and the wrestling, and the people, all those people on the TV, the twin dead ones,
it makes 25 feel like more
than just a bag of chips

Feet of stone, how can I step forward?
I can see the faint cracks creeping up the sides,
There's moss, been there a while,
I lift my leg,  but there is only pain,

Bright rays of light warm my face,
and far off I can see the ocean,
I want to go there, everything
feels too dry,

my voice is sand falling out of my mouth
and raining down onto my feet
the sand climbs higher
and still....
I cannot move my feet

I don't know,
It has been too long now,
with the good still left undone,
I can never finish satisfied
With pride intact.

Twilight sets for rise,
The sun beckons, pride, and joy,
But still, new days set,

The words we say are not the words we feel
their true meaning lies in a world so surreal
we use our mouths to convey a slice
of energy so warm and nice

but words are merely empty shells
our mouths sputter, our tongues propel
a piece of the meaning we wish to show
where we wish our mouths could only go

A million words like raindrops
forgotten regrets leak from the rooftop
of a home you knew long ago,
when the wind blew a different way,
and the stars cast a different gaze

There is a broken plate on the floor,
and her hat still hangs on the back
of that door, you wish you could walk through
but the air holds you back, a static attack
Nothing more with no one to talk to

A cold chill approaches again,
You pull up your collar with familiar disdain

If stories could write themselves,
would any of us be here?

The universe watches itself,
through our eyes,
catching us in illusions,
Separation is but a guise,

I feel like a different person than back then,
But I'm changed and I don't know when,
my personality shifted but here I am,
I need to stick to my guns, and my plans,

A miss a friend and he doesn't miss me,
A self-described narcissist, He moved to the other sea,
I'm not sure if he never thinks of me,
he does not message or call, He doesn't care at all
Best friends through high school, now in our twenties,
It's all so different, and I'm still stuck here,
without my own adventure,
without my best friend.

If I follow the path I'm on,
My life is cheated like a con,
I fear the future is not bright,
I fear for my own gentle light,

My fight is thick with fears of doubt,
No, I don't want the easy way out,
I need to stay true to myself,
My needs aren't for anyone else,

I'm drowning inside myself, see?
This catastrophe is complete now,
There is no need to keep reading,
... or writing.

In a cage made of straw,
Walls cannot protect you,
To see your own fatal flaw,
Learn to smile through,

My lips hurt when I smile,
but you need to hide the space behind your face,
I'll resist until I am cold on the tile,
Revolving around the sun in this godforsaken place,

The sky is painted melancholy,
But you know no one else can see,
Still, you march on your way,
Back on your own into the sea,

I see words like sigils
Cast on a page of white
twenty-six ciphers can make
every thought you choose to take

They can do good or harm
By and for all of the people
Together collected cool, calm,'

but lethal

I see it in the distance,
While the air dampens on my neck,
I cannot find how to capture
My
Attention.

My eyes wander
My ears fall asleep
And for the first time
I see no one is alone
No one is together

The scent of grass squints my eyes
And I lay my head back
Green feathers beneath my head
Peace begets my loneliness

Eyes still shut I make music
With no sound at all,
I resist the urge
To take the fall

I am boundless
Caught between the void
My keys battered, my buttons stuck
I writhe in the space of not moving at all

I perch on the clouds and glass shimmers
from  the visage below
A dark bird in the sky mindless
Dreams, they float right by

We all feel the doom
The door creaked beyond.