I sit on an island
In the middle of an ocean of equations
The island is sinking in the water
With nowhere to go
The tiniest island
With the worst person I know
It's awkward as hell
I will soon become desperate
To get away from him
So I stay away
The tiniest island
With the worst person I know
The waves become stronger
The waves become aggressive
He is approaching there's no where to hide
If I say the wrong thing
Or even look his way
He'll surely make me feel bad

I don't know you
you don't know me

but can we be here?
in this moment, for a while, together.

Your past,
Memories
Pain
Obsessions
Joys
Compassions

Are what I love most about you
Even though we are strangers

You're beautiful
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes

The innocence of ignorance
I understand you have parts of yourself you hide away
As do we all

That part is ok, because for know
We don't have to look at it
Its as if it doesn't exist

As your best parts of yourself are revealed first to a person you just met

That is you
Your best parts
That is who I choose to see

But I accept all of you
Because I know how much you hurt
I know your weight

For I share it too
in this moment
We can lift each other's burdens

Before we inevitably must return
to reality

Out of my little cage
Through the tall grass
My bare feet
Stepping into the wild woods

My skin aglow
Touched by the essence
Of the echoing howl
The rustling, abandoned leaves
Oh, the silenced trees

Amidst the wilderness
Swayed the blissful ecstasy
And as I touched, I snuffed
Rushing though my veins
As if my blood had no value
Ever

A wallflower, many wallflowers
My body off the ground
Heart out of chest
Oh, the delectation, the zest

Why do I love to dream
when I can barely sleep?
Under the surface, I wonder,
can I jump out the window?
May I make a leap of faith?

Within a dream, anything is mine.
New heights look divine with no limit,
hope arrives beautiful and I know it.
I’m remiss to sadness, and I’m glad this
will be as bliss as a young man’s first kiss is.
Life tastes of fine wine before I rise and shine.
I dream of a land where I have my last breath;
a place where my fears can suffer a coward’s death.
Gazing from the cliff, fords put their blossoms to bed
as the rivers expand with a hope so strong.
Blue turns red, with no regret, I get ahead
of my wrongs to write them in this song.
In this place, I face no disgrace, show my face,
I lack no faith, go at my own pace, and showcase.
Tables turned and now my dismay is prey
when my dreams turn my tomorrow into today.

Are you loyal to your dreams?
A life lived by its seams,
under the surface,
I strive to just dream.
Trust isn't what it seems
but hope hides the screams,
are you loyal to your dreams?

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
makes goals worth chasing.
Love locks lips and lies
in my eyes under the surface.
Daydreaming as soon as day breaks
I escape, I escape, I escape
and I’m not worth chasing.
I can’t hurt under the surface,
but do you know what your worth is?

Dreams can’t abandon me
so they make for the perfect lover.
I don’t want to wake up.
It’s not born from worn scorn,
it’s made from the summer’s embrace.

Are you loyal to your dreams?
A life lived by its seams,
under the surface,
we strive to just dream.
Trust isn't what it seems
but hope hides the screams,
are you loyal to your dreams?

because
on the moon
there are no rules
and breathtaking views.

We all have an escape
Whether we want one or not
It’s hard to accept
Only because we often feel bereft of our place in the world

What’s your escape?
Where do you go when the world is full of hate?
For me, I follow the trees, down a path, carrying my guitar with ease
Simply because music makes more sense than the people around me
Each melody, each interval, each syncopation and beat
Mold together to form one lovely piece
That thoroughly expresses my need for a retreat  
And is packed with sorrow or hope or whatever emotion I want to appease

As I step into this world what do I see?
The flutter of a butterfly or the buzz of a bee,
The wind running along the sky or the roar of the sea,
Then the faint whisper dispelling my sweet harmony,
Then I'm yanked out of the world so suddenly,
As I take off my means of escape I lose to my sensitivity.

Without the navigation
of a bookmark
a dog eared corner
or a memory of where I left off,

I turn to the correct page
on the first try--

these words know
my fingerprints well.