Time is just trivial
and clocks are just toys
what's really pivotal
is that we enjoy
the life we are given
is not meant to be rushed
time is a heathen
and clocks make us mushed
mashed up vegetables
with no sense of reality
can't you see
we aren't what we are meant to be

Perhaps we need a God
If we don't have Him
we have nothing
Perhaps we need a God
to share our burdens with
and spill everything to
Perhaps we need a God
to believe there is hope after life
joy after death
Perhaps we need a God
so we can know
that one day all suffering will end
for those who believe
and one day we'll know happiness
far beyond we've ever known
and the truth will radiate from our eyes
Perhaps we need a God
to merely survive

"I have a dream"
he said
while wishes of freedom
filled up his head
He hoped for justice
where equality fell short
He even gave his life
as the last resort
A dreamer
A doer
A thinker
He rose above the crowd
Yet, he was just like them
His concept led to hope & a better nation
Yes, it's still a work in progress
But his dream isn't over yet

Everything can be poetic if you look at it that way

The way you smile and good off at yourself while brushing your teeth

The way the laundry does cartwheels in the machine

The way your curly hair falls right behind your ears

The way you smirk whilst trying not to laugh

The way you stifle a giggle at your crazy life

There is extravagance in the most normal of things we barely glance over

The cold makes a fool of my body
Shivering, shaking
What a beautiful contradiction
The glorious sun
With the freezing weather

The grooves in this picnic table
remind me of you
So rough and so spaced out
with small carved hearts all over
And splintered wood like your broken edges
Quite an average looking table
but something extraordinarily different

The difference is that
you are not a table
You are now nothing more than a silly boy in a part of my imagination that I keep playing over and over again

Here I am sitting on a park bench
thinking about you

Yes, I miss you wildly
No, I will not crawl back

Being without you has made me tougher
I no longer rely on you and your quick, witty humor to get me through the day

So, as the sun falls,
and a new day begins,
I don't need you
The world is calling my name
for better things
that you may not be a part of


But, then again,
I wouldn't mind if you came along