It's been days.
Though it feels like weeks.
I know now that nothing stays.
Especially things that are unique.

I don't know what's happened.
Yes, I admit I'm lost.
But this ship that we both captained.
Has been both tipped and has been tossed.

What role can I now play.
Other than just a man.
Now that it's been days.
There's no other role that I can.

I don't have time; I have to start,
And I may seem strange for a while,
But I'll dig my heels into my heart,
Grind my teeth and wear a smile.

It's a new one,
Come too quick for me,
But I'm done,
Nothing left to see.

There are seas of life,
That I haven't found,
And though yesterday cut me like a knife,
I'm ready for new sights, smells, and sounds.

Time has come to live,
No reason for me to stay,
Nothing left for me to give,
So I'll wish my days away.

Feathers come,
But they all fall,
Like my words,
They all stall,

Blink,
Life blows away,
Feathers gone before I think,
But my thoughts go astray,

There I was,
Sitting in fear,
World completely paused,
I needed all clear.

You gave me my thresh,
And my heart felt cold,
And while I just became flesh,
You were still gold.

I may have been far away,
But I am here.

I wasn't always here,
But I am now.

To be lost in this life,
I'm glad you found me here.

Before it was too late to matter,
I'm glad you found me now.

When you need a friend,
I'll be here.

When you worry about what's to come,
I'm still with you now.

For not many can claim,
That they have someone for them here and now.

These arms: for you to embrace,
When life is too hard to face,
This head: to rest your shoulder,
When the weather of life gets colder,
These hands: for you to grab,
These ears: to hear you gab,
This mind: to find a way to help when you're blue,
This heart: belongs only to you.

Joy is not best described as a feeling, but as a person.

Joy is that person that can warm a cool day,
Joy makes you want to never leave when you can't stay,
Joy takes out your best features when they try to hide,
Joy is that one you know will always be by your side.

You give joy your heart and soul,
Because you trust that they can keep those halves of you whole,
You give joy every thing that they could ever plea,
And that's how I know that joy is here now with me.

Where do I keep my mind,
I mean that question isn't really defined,
Physically it's in my skull,
But the further that I mull,
I ask where do my thoughts spawn,
Where do I find the beauty in the breaking dawn,
What gives me the drive to strive above,
How am I so rebuffed from love,
Why can't I concentrate,
Except in the times when I truly contemplate?