Heavy head
Heavy heart
I did the thing
I said I'd do from the start

I didn't chicken out
I committed
I breathed

I breathed in relief
For now I know I can
I'm free because I don't care
It's a liberating feeling
To prove it

I breath in
The stench of confidence
Of sleepy gratitude
That I did it

I tried
I succeeded
And I'll do it again.

With a friend
Or two
He makes a last stand

A last word
On a fleeting land

Tell him it's over
He'll hold on tighter
So he's grasping the air
Is that a lighter?

The final stand
Of numb dejection
Well guess what
He succumbs

The story goes on.

Who does he look to
With a sense of safety
Her and her words
Because she feels like quiet

Like sinking
In a good way

Like Icarus
In that one picture

She makes him feel
Like the sun
Like the deep

She is the blue
And the red
And she makes him
Feel better

But he worries
If she can make him
Feel better
She might leave
Then what will he feel?

However there is an awful interjection
Specially or required re-inspection
He has to leave The Room
His room
And he breaks
Attacks riddle a weaker boy
And he thinks fondly of summers prior

He recalls a world free of those anxieties
Could you imagine?
He thinks of this now with a sense,
Of crippling disassociation

****
The feeling is fading
He doesn't want that feeling to fade
That would mean admitting defeat
That would mean it never really mattered
Did it matter?

Fun
Eyes swelling
Sparkling in that light

Fiery burns
Cake the bodies
Of a three certain boys

He's purely happy
Or is he just sad
Oh what does it matter

The lights are
So **** bright.

Friend can be friends
Even if the others
Are *******
Because aren't we all
*******
Or maybe that's flawed reasoning
Because he knows they're not good

But like a drug, they're fun
To be proud
But does he sacrifice fun?

His standards aren't low
But such is his mind
That he can reason his way
Out of guilt

A burning sun sets over conflict
And he reasons
He'll stay a moment longer.

Cloud over coverage
Above that peaceful
World of hate

The roaring of an engine
And whirring brain
Mind watching clouds go by

Watching day
Fade into twilight
Into darkness
And those clouds
Love to disappear
In the white light
Of an airport.

Goes up North
To see those
Who haven't seen
The change he's made

This people who annually
Lose sight of the new
And innovative bricks
He's laid

Riding sunset sidecar
Window blasting melodies
I can't tell if he likes it

He's keeping a facade
For he won't be seen
For another year
So fake a veneer
Just so life seems less
Of a cluster

If he leaves he'll leave
As a boy with the words of a "man"

The Summer Kid
Finding love
Not only in person

He's found passion
and promise
In the work he has written

He's got a new sense of purpose
In the work he's assigned
And he knows how to breathe
Out the loveliest lines
Of poetry
and creation
Lovely little escapes
Taking his mind off the vast and empty
Forlorn real estate

Two out of three
He's found love
He's found a purpose
And now
He's missing the final part
He can't know
What he's found.

To become the master of all things
One must become nothing
To let the divine flow through
And let that love dictate

It is easy
To let the mind rule you
To be defeated by fear or logic

The great mystery
is counterintuitive
to let that love be the source
instead of our own words

the brilliant mind of all
is always present
it waits patiently
for you to listen

So let go of thoughts
let go of fear
let go of all that holds you back
and simply be
and create
love