I'm exploring this new landscape everyday
and everyday I find something new

Every crevasse of your personality
Each word you say

Your blue eyes...

and open smile

I may not like what I end up finding
but this journey of discovery
is a change in pace
and new and exciting adventure

Come join me
and maybe what I will find

Is happiness

Let me stow away in your bag.
I'll stay in the baggage area for the flight,
I won't mind the lack of space.

When the bags are all claimed I would leave
I wouldn't know where,
but I would have a few bills in my pocket
A passport just in case.

Europe would be open.
I could find a job somewhere
maybe waiting tables to cleaning.

All the money earned would go towards rent and food
nothing left over for goign to the movies or eating out.
But I wouldn't care.

I would be on my own
I would be in Europe

I wouldn't be here

You text yourself snipets of thoughts/lines, and when you go back to retrieve them you notice the only person you've texted back all day was yourself.

in grievous deity my cat
walks around
he walks around and around
with
electric tail and
push-button
eyes

he is
alive and
plush and
final as a plum tree

neither of us understands
cathedrals or
the man outside
watering his
lawn

if I were all the man
that he is
cat--
if there were men
like this
the world could
begin

he leaps up on the couch
and walks through
porticoes of my
admiration.

Do you ever stop to realize
That maybe you're not who you thought?
You thought you were smart; you thought you were strong
But then you see that you are not.

Do you ever stop to analyze
Everything you've ever said
The things you do, the mistakes you make
And feel you've been misled?

Do you ever stop to look in the mirror
To realize you've made mistakes
Do you ever stop to retrace your steps
And find a new path to take?

Sometimes I stop to realize
That I'm not what I thought
I thought I was smart; I thought I was strong
But trust me, I am not.

Oxygen
       Can't
         Suppress
                    The
                       Fire
                        That
                          Rages
                           Through
                                       My
                                          Veins