I saw a lizard, and it saw wild fear
I took two steps back, lizard took too many
I wanted him out, but he could only go within
Going across, around, felt somehow bound
I wanted to ease the unease I saw
But the steps forward to help, made him more restless
He was trapped, he knew and I did too
I kept a newspaper angled to his escape but no exit happened while I stared
So the only way to help, I shut the lights off and went in my room
Came ten minutes later, lizard nowhere to be seen
Nobody knows where he currently is,
I just don't want to be the fear someone feels.

It's a strange thought to think that I am not just singular and free,
But a collection of the world, and all the world's just a part of me.
My thoughts, they come out, the world too,
It comes in, fused together, shapes make do
When every chair is just some wood, a function, and a given name,
Without the floor, the room, the maker, it could never be the same.
You see an object standing there, a thing to hold, a thing to see,
Believe it has a life on its own, but it's defined by you and me.
The body without us is no living, yet feels lived
The moment a joy appeared, was it earlier grieved?
A single deed has no true substance, a silent thought has no reply,
What is a doer without the doing, beneath an empty, watching sky?
A promise of a solid being, why does it feel like shifting sand?
This whole existence feels so borrowed, held in everybody else's hand?
Seated at my place, I have encountered too much already
I have lived a lot of lives, yet I don't see me steady.

It always starts the same, like a constant repeat.
What connection struck, this guy I that I happen to meet.
It's a strange design to read a mind and want to keep it near,
to build a bond of confidence, and hold the friendship dear,
When every joke and secret shared feels like a perfect, platonic art,
Why does a hint of romance feel like a switch that pulls it all apart?
You feel the subtle shift in meaning, a question hanging in the air,
Believe the only path forward is to act as if you just don't care,
A kindred spirit in a million, a connection you can't just ignore,
What is the value of this union, when you know he's hoping for something more?
I am just closing all the windows, before he tries to break the door,
What is this closeness, what is this trust, what is this solace, if it's keeping score?
Only way comes to become gentle ghosting, why must a kindness feel so cruel?
This understanding felt so honest, 'til it became a different kind of fuel?
And how is it that as always, I feel like a villain,
I never signed up for more, now my loss to attain.
What is it now left for me, that I must keep erasing people from my lane.
I am jaded to meet anyone, to keep myself on the edge of being sane.

I hate when people tell me
I talk too much.
I send too many text
And they can’t keep up.

At first they like it
Because it feels nice.
I help distract them
From their life.
But then it becomes old
And I get in the way.
Just another day
And I have too much
To say.

Every day-
a page
in the book
of life

how should
I live?
What can
I give
to a world
soaked
in tears
and suffering
stifled
with endless strife?

Wherever
I step
let me be
on the side
of the caring
the peaceful
the noble
the humane
the just
and the right

let me
have the courage
to stand up-
every form
of injustice
and cruelty
to fight

let me
lift up
the hands
of the kids
in fear
hunger
in pain
each in
untold plight

if my life
were to bear
any meaning
let my heart
and mind
be bent
towards  the woes
of my fellow beings
and if
to this cause
I sacrifice
without pause
I'll die
feeling
satisfied
with nothing
missing
fulfilled totally
fully worthwhile