I don't remember...
Days lost with nothing to do
working
bettering
working
on one thing
or another
I can't remember

I do remember...
Sleepless nights
dreamless
restless
dreamless
From sun down
to sun up
I remember

I don't remember...
Knowing what to do next
who to be next
where to be next
why I need to change
I can't remember

I do remember...
Who told me to change
why I should change
how I should change
what I should change
I remember

Now you remember...
Who I am
what I am
why I'm that way
who made me this way

Now do you remember?
I will never forget
forget why
forget when
forget how
forget what
forget who

I will never forget
That it was you

Awake.
Endless days
that turn dark,
then light,
then dark again.
Much like life
dark
light
dark
hoping the lights get turned back on
but knowing that the power is out.

Surfaces portray characters
just as my favorite book does
To look past is to see depth
in water as black as night
Unattainable only through
lack of effort
Try harder
Work harder
Be harder
Are commands we hear
Day in
Day out
What if I can't
What if I have
Tried hard
Worked hard
Been hard
And each time I've been
Out done
Not strong enough
Broken
You can't see this in the surface
All you see is your strength
And I like it that way
Cause it means you
Don't see my weakness

Con spirito
By days
then weeks
then months they go
Bouncing around in my mind
spiccato
Refrain from hope
Don't trust in those
Markings telling you to go
fast or slow
Allegro or adagio?
Make up your mind and
tell me so
I can come off of the strings
col legno
Pianissimo
to a crescendo
and steal away
in ritardando
Rest.

No man is an island,
but some are surrounded by water
just offshore
away from land.

Maybe we are bridges.
A golden gate or Brooklyn
or perhaps just a wood plank
here to join you to the world.

I am a peninsula,
joined only by one,
attached by but a thread
tenuously perched on the verge of seperation.
Drowning in salt water,
but saved by a bed of flowers.
Securing me to a place I see only from a distance.

Others are continents.
Surrounded by everything
home to many.
The lucky ones who are always full,
joined and attached.
Only a few live this way

No man is an island,
some are bridges,
others peninsulas.
Only the lucky ones are the mainland.

Bottomless
Endless
Nothing can make it stop
I free fall
And it's all
I can do to not
Lose myself
For someone else
Who is equally lost
We clasp our hands
And without command
Relinquish every thought
Touch sends me spinning
Words are so thrilling
I have been caught
Falling