I like being Alone, I think.
With the prospect of new people
Coming and going
Coming and going
Alone, not as dismal
Because Alone in the eyes of fear
Casts quite a different shadow
Fear is unknown, unsettled, unrest
Alone is learning, growing, comfort
But when you let those
Come and go
Come and go
With an open mind, open heart -
Alone, never
You'll never be alone
So, Alone, stop feeling the pity
Feel the strength that guides
A definition to be changed
A meaning to be blissful
On the cusp of an awakening
Alone, we're never lonely
As we know exactly who we are.

This life is a dream that has no end, beginning
With all of the loss I've had, somehow I'm winning
I stood at the station waiting for your footsteps
But somehow I found myself on a moving doorstep

Heading out west, it had seemed the only answer
The story my mind told was that I am a chancer
I stepped off the ledge that had long been the steepest hell
Shedding the skin of my past like an empty shell

I can't go farther when I've now gone all the way
So, I guess that I'll stay.

The words that I wanted from you back when it mattered
Come spilling from your mouth to me now where they shatter
The irony is; there's no bliss or a kiss they deserve
I cant feel the pain, there's no drain from the break that I've cured

When I turned my back and left you fading in the distance
I failed to make space with the time leading up to this instant
I laugh to myself as it seems we were always here
The one difference now is that I could not lesser care

The world keeps on spinning, but I'm stuck in some old place
It circles around as I stare into Karma's face.
No need to fear counting years, as if time is a race
There's no out of bounds, lost or found, like a cloud up in space

I'll see it again, theres no end, rounds the bend in full circle

I drive, so that I can feel like I’m moving
So that the thoughts that pace the mind-
Can race with the trees and the houses
And fall with the rain and the hail.

I drive, because sometimes silence is unbearable.
So that stillness that widens the space for emptiness-
Can be disrupted by the whistle of the wind
And bound by the lines on paved roads

I drive, because my body sitting stiff doesn’t function
So that my eyes can focus and hands, finding work-
Will operate without questions of their use
And know their success with every turn

I drive, because I want to be alone, but not fully
So that there’s knowledge that the world continues to breathe
While my thoughts are still mine (on the inside)
But can think in perspective of everything living.

I drive, because I need the motions to justify emotions
So that there’s not a feel of entrapment or ownership
Of anything and anyone that comes into my life
So that I know I am moving, and that I am free.

I drive because I can't sit still,
I don't know who I'd be.

The girl with the paper heart
Stood upon the hill and thought
"If I stand tall from up real high,
The wind will take me to the sky!"
She waited there for just a breeze
To whisper, lift her to the trees
And blow it did, a hefty whooooosh!
That sent her rolling into a bush

But up she stood and to the hill
With just a scrape left from the spill
She studied the branches softly sway
And waited for a breeze her way
And fast it came, a strength so grand
She swirled up high and crashed to land
Bent and twisted, swaying to a stance
She thought of taking one more chance

She approached the hill and climbed the *****
And once a top she laid her hope
And closer, near she heard the whistle
She let it go her heart without dismissal
Then up she flew, and down she swayed,
Before she was swallowed by the Bay

To the girl with the paper heart,
The love you crave was false from start
The wind alone can not be trusted
To take you to the love you lusted

Don't give it all away so fast
You'll find that kind of love can't last
You'll learn in time, the complex art
Of building up a stronger heart
One that doesn't scrape or twist
Or drown into a deep abyss

The heart you want will have a beat,
And keep you dancing on your feet
So take that paper heart at last
And keep it as a lesson passed

Notice a regimented city full of ants
Where shoulders rub without a glance
And never do bowed heads look up
To notice men with trembling cups
To see the sky, and admit its worth
Embrace our helplessness from birth
Invisible chains brace personal spaces
To widen the gaps from race to races

Moving back and forth, Up and down
We scour the maze for gains to be found
Blinders on, we tunnel our way
Never stop to talk, it creates delay
The troubles of others are theirs alone
Emotions cause chaos, changes faces to stone
Be the best for yourself, climb to the top
And stomp on the heads of the weak who have stopped

But who will be there when your limbs give out?
When age leaves you breathless, unable to shout
When illness takes over and you can't quite recall
What it was that you climbed for, was it important at all?
When the money and materials you collected so dear
Gather dust on a shelf without one which to share
All your life you have strived to reach top the hill
And you finally get there, just to feel unfulfilled

Take a look around now and notice this place
Take the time to stop and study each face
Always keep your dreams and aspirations afloat
But let others in and let love be your boat
Empathize with others, try and feel what they felt
You never quite know the cards they've been dealt
The key to success is to take notice of grace
We are not working ants, we are the human race

If I stumbled upon you on the street
I would have nothing but good blessings
For you and all you have done
For the life we had once, as one

I hated you so long ago,
The hate it disappears, and now
Seems losing you was just the plan
Like weeds, without which now I grow

This world, somewhat melancholy
To the pessimists who don’t know
What truths lie behind the lines
Of what is real and what is.
Feel, give me that, just feel
For one day and see what can
Flourish or fall, but feel all the same

My world, somewhat disorienting
Between the head and the heart
To which never agree on terms
Of what is sense and what is.
Feel, what is right, once thought
For one day I’ll see what can
Blossom or break, but feel all the same.

Your world, somewhat calculating
Between art and history
To which one will never be sure
Of what is great and what is.
Feel, maybe not, but form
For one day you’ll see what can
Create or ruin, but feel all the same.

Peter, someone I admire
After the bad, maybe the first
Of which that I want to know more
Of what is__and what is.
Feel, believe it, and pair
For one day we’ll see what can
Conjoin or part, but feel all the same.