crates of dreams and apple seeds
were shipped right to my mind
I planted them, and they grew tall
and through them, hope did shine
they took me to a higher place
from there my life unfurled
with them I climbed so high I flew
and I could hold the world

over thinking leads to sinking
just relaxing floats your boat
there’s no success brewed from great stress
clear your mind to stay afloat.

we let our voices grow
and the sound swells around us
through the music we know
that the magic has found us.

the wind sat still,
like a guitar
unplayed.
while the trees
sighed in the warmth
of the day.
the hazy ground
glowed bronze
with the heat.
and the children all
sank quiet in
defeat.
nothing was friendly
about that
midsummer’s day.
no one wanted more
than for the sky
to turn grey.
but the sun just
pounded on the
drum of the earth.
and the children cried
for winter, and the cold
that they deserved.

her reflection whispered back at her
though clenched teeth and tight jaw
“you never will be good enough”
then picked out every flaw
she cried at her reflection
who she knew was always right
then she cried at herself again
slept another sleepless night

all these things leave me sure
that I’m nostalgic for the future
for all the places I’ve never been
and all the things yet to be seen
but all these thoughts are so unfair
because I just don’t know how to get there…

when I begin to think,
I get lost in the vast expanse
of nothing and everything.
I am weighted with the reality
that I am virtually nothing.
and I am terrified