Sometimes I imagine
Peeling away the defenses you hide behind
Like plucking the petals from a flower
I want to see what's hidden underneath
Let me go on drives with you at 2 am
Listening to a radio station clouded with static
Let me ask you questions
About your childhood, your hopes for the future,
Your thoughts and opinions on everything
From religion and politics to tv sitcoms and pop music
I want to read you cover to cover like my favorite book
And when I'm done I want the floor of my car
To be littered with flower petals

Sometimes I try to rhyme
When I have free time
To spare on little details
And leaving behind art trails*
Evidence that I exist
That'll last longer than a fist
In the face of the things I hate.
I'm always running late
(A bit of a common trait)

I could dig a hole to change the world,
But what good would that do?
So instead maybe I'll just try
To have a lasting impact on you.

I try not to look at the calendar
Or at the clock as I pass by
It's just another reminder
That I might be wasting my life away
Waiting for someone
Who never even thinks of me

I think the most common lie
Is probably "I'm fine."
Two words
Truth blurred
Hiding the pain inside
Can't help but misguide
Is it for their benefit or yours?
Check the locks at your doors
Ask yourself who holds the key
"Is it them or me?"
When you say "I'm fine."
Who exactly are you trying to blind?

Sometimes I am the mountain
And nothing can shake me.
I am ancient elegance,
Unchanging;
I never falter.
The wind cannot sway me and neither can you.
But today I am the ocean:
Turmoil taken out on innocent sand,
Motion I have no say in.
The moon commands me and I
I am so weak, I do what it says.
The mountain is strong.
But today, I am the ocean.

Winds blow past and rivers flow,
But they have no influence upon me.
Nothing shakes a mountain.
The moon pushes, so
I stumble.
The moon pulls,
So I fall.
I cannot stop shaking.
At least a leaf on the wind gets to settle
To the ground eventually.
There is no rest for my waters.
The mountain is strong,
But today I am the ocean.

And there are days I know how to speak up
For myself and for others;
Days when I can face anything.
The mountain outlasts ice ages.
But I am trembling.
I am a tsunami and
I want stillness but
I am crashing destruction.
I stumble away
pieces of me left behind
puddles amid tragedy.
The mountain is strong.
But today I am the ocean.

Slightly below my hunger for food
Lives my hunger for you

Sometimes happiness is just a little flower,
Disguised as a ****.
Sometimes I think it is just a hot shower.
Sometimes I think happiness
Lies in a cigarette
And a source of fire:
Either bon or a match or a lighter.
Sometimes I think it is a universe away.
And I think happiness ran off today.