desire is quicksand
a trap to suffering
the liberating tree branch
is knowing your desires
are imaginary and fleeting
you can let them go

happiness is easy
it's easier to drink soda
than juice celery
it's easier to scroll facebook
than read a book
it's easier to watch internet ****
than romance your lover
it's easier to freeze the fat
than exercise and eat well

yes, happiness is easy
but when did it become
another addiction?

we explore the world
but what good is that knowledge
without creation
we create works of art
but how limited are our creations
without exploration

Chapped heels are clacking messy rhythms
as tattooed bikes dart through honking traffic.

A cop waiving his gloves, orchestrates the lights &
tourists riding in humid mustard cabs with bloated bags.

Resident pigeons fly in alphabetical patterns looking for a bite
while commuting rats scatter home along warmed subway tracks.

After every performance the soles clap and groupie tires start screaming at the ring leader welcoming people to the show at the stitched crosswalks.

There’s always time to stickybeak -
To stop and have a look.
You never know unless you peek
In every shaded nook.

Who needs a reason to explore -
For any reason’s fair.
You won’t know what your looking for
Until you find it there.

So take your time - investigate -
The place where no one’s been.
It’s easy to appreciate
The things you’ve never seen.

Everything pales in comparison to the nomothetic voices of the past. We flail and grasp for the tugs in our hearts hoping to capture inspirations heavy hand for the long while. Meanwhile our other hand struggles to cling to the past while. We endeavor to create the perfect alchemy in discovering the ways in which we can use the euphoria of our past to create the prospects of our future. Our hands are torn apart. Time is short. We lose the world we encounter to every fleeting moment. We reminisce and reminisce and soon the moment blindly pattering on our insides is gone. And she becomes nostalgia too.  Stop trying to extract the contentment of the past and realize its fullest in front of you. Realize every moment. Be mesmerized by its Singular beauty.

We sing and dance in this empty apartment
Saying goodbye to the life we once lived
Bags packed for a one-way ticket
You and me, against the world.

City to city, many memories, many faces
I'm not home sick or lonely
I don't crave normality.

It doesn't matter where we go
Let's run and let's fly
Everything around us can change
Our love remains the same.

All I need is you and that guitar
Home is where you are.