There’s something in the air today

That makes me want to wash away

Onto shores of worlds that I’ll never see

And lands that are wrought in mystery.

It’s something I can’t easily explain,

Even if my thoughts were worth a grain

Of rye…

                 I’d rather die

Than let you slip away

Because I lost my grip on this rainy day

And it’s unbearable to think

That I’d actually have to think

About why you’re no longer here;

Don’t leave me, Dear.

Wallowing Willows wishfully

Consume the thoughts of misery

                  and transport us to nebulae

            located deep in the void that we call “Space,”

But is it really space we need,

Or just some time to pray and think

            about the lives we all want to lead

       or the loves we all think we need?

I’m not so fast

                                                               but that’s in the past

          nor am I slow

But I think it’s time you ought to know

     that I wasn’t left for dead,

yet rather they just laid me to bed

                         where dreams can bask in my sleep

          and pretend humans aren’t just sheeps.

Now shuffle,

            don’t struggle,

        Let life be instant and fulfilling

and don’t forget to eat your veggies.