What if you were God?
You could find my prayers addressed to you unsent,
You could laugh at the hysterical things I’ve dreamt,
You could spy on where I am and where I’ve went,
The things I’ve done and the things I’ve yet,
The things I cherish or want to forget,
And in the end, I am only content
I do what I want, I don’t want to repent.

At 830 PM
I think and then
I think too much
And think of them
I can't sleep
I think to sleep
I think of you
I think of me
I think that
I think at
The worst times
My worst times
Times that happened
Times I want to happen
Time that ends
Times that began
Times where I had no more time
I had no more rhymes
To make a poem make sense

Go overseas
Let water divide us
Then build a boat
And let water provide us
A way
Away
Go away
But please come back
Another day

You slur my tongue
You leave me amnesia
You speak to me speechless
You flew to Ibiza

You sound like jewelry
You pressure my diamonds
You want me unwanted
You sailed to the islands

You greet me routinely
You teach me adieu
You feed me malnourished
You walked over Sioux

You travelled the world
You flew into space
You filled my mind empty
And then I’m awake

I still want you, dreaming
I sleep walk to chase you
I created your destruction
I might have misplaced you