the clatter of machinery
invades my bedroom as rotors defeat gravity for as long as fuel allows someone's on the run headed for the woods at the back of my house why do they think the darkness of trees and undergrowth will hide them from infrared's all seeing eye, their journey to freedom is about to end dramatically under spotlight I've got to get up for work in under four hours
Little footsteps in this moon dust sand,
I chase my memories as they flee my grasp, Racing the clouds to embrace the sun. A heart, content, is left on your doorstep, I hope, someday, the person you are meant to become will trace back the way I came and exchange the goodbyes we once hung out to dry. But until then, here in this momentary stillness An opportune silence blooms into this heart of mine, And it seems I've misplaced it in your moonlit palm
always seems To chase after us When I choose to lie I've learned to never Let it go any further If I know I did something That I'm accused of I confess I don't want to play Cat and mouse Delaying the inevitable Is the worst game You can play And never win If I did it Then I did it And that's all There is to it
The ocean inhales and exhales
Same as you and I Ebb and flow, my darling- Spitting gusts of breeze From its salty, gaping mouth Screaming the sounds of gulls, Singing sounds of lovers. Where do they come from, Where do they go? I’d fly south in your wake To seek your brighter days, Soak in your summer air. I chase you until I drown. The water in my lungs tastes sweet.
Treat any the same
no matter what the race. Despite what we chase, why can't we chase away all racism? (Chase for a better world)
Another day passes by,
With me not knowing why. A grin is plastered on my face, Like a maniac running from something he hates; yet I still enjoy the feeling of the chase. The tension made it an ill-looking smile; then the idea was washed over me. I feel this way because... I was useless. I was useless yet did nothing to solve this problem. I'll idly do something as I remember all the things that should've been done, It haunts me every second, minute, and hour. I was a menace, A menace to myself and everyone; Felt like an actor reading a script. But then again, someone said that life and all is like a play And the world is a stage. It makes everything feel surreal, Like a living dream.
"Sometimes people are clouds,
they pass by without saying goodbye"