Everything will be fine
Said she once
Said she twice

Everything will be fine
Just let it happen, alright?

Said she once, said she twice.

But this time, there's a difference

Because this time she herself is in this.
Waiting, waiting, she says to herself in distress
Waiting is the right way
For the moment, to escape
All those feelings insight
In her heart in her mind

"Let it happen" haha
"I just want to be far"
Far away from all of this
Even though she's gonna miss
Almost everything about him
Her and him - a perfect team

Trust is worth it
Be courageous
She is fearful
Never mentioned
How she felt ever before

Love is worth it
Scary word
She's frightened
She's shocked

She wants to hide
Though in her mind
There is a motivation

"I can't, I never mentioned..."
And all she knows after all this
That she's gonna miss his kiss
The one she never ever got.

Life isn't meant
To be spent
Treading  brackish water,
Never knowing
Whether to swim to sea
Or go upstream
The fresh waterways
Of the nostalgia days
Streaming home or
The salty waves
Of the horizon gazing
Back at me pulling away.
Is the undertow grasping
While I remain gasping
For just one breath
Better than knocking knees
Against rock shallow depth,
Mindlessly floating at ease
With the current it seems,
Still gently row row rowing
Navigating against growing,
A life only wishing for dreams.

They listen to the ruses
Use them as excuses
For staying home and getting fat
They ***** because they’re poor
And never open the door
More than to let in the cat.

It’s a quiet existence
If you offer no resistance
When they take your rights away.
The feds commit crimes
But you get to work on time
And limp along with half your pay.

It’s a scary kind of game.
You say you know who to blame
Because you choose to ignore the facts.
You continue half blind;
You have made up your mind
No matter how the one you chose acts.

Regardless how we shout
You vote the other guy out
And leave the crooks to do their worst.
If you actually research
And quit quoting your church
You can make the right choice first.

Instead you and I suffer
And freedom stutters
Because of those who know little.
Then those who study
Get ******* by somebody
Who punishes right left and middle.

Because we are no longer
The wise, the good, the stronger
But the biggest bullies on the block.
We had things headed right
Then, in the middle of the night
You lazies hit liberty in the head with a rock.

It’s always worthwhile
Thinking about the one I want
A little of a long memory
A little of a changed woman
Not always new to me
But new to the times I didn’t want

I never did find a four-leaf clover
But I met you enough times
I tried several doors but not all at once
Every time I thought you the same
Then you’d act different
You were a house I couldn’t haunt

You keep thinking I don’t want you
But you have the timing of my bad luck
I crawl through the grass pulling it apart
Finding clovers is the same as counting cards
It’s the same because I have to play or fold
While I stare at the bluff you flaunt

How many conversations can I have
Or should I say how many at the same time
I think I need to be told to *******
That would clear my head enough to think
It’s obvious I can't make up my mind
That’s why I’m sitting alone in a restaurant

I am dying within this body, and
it is only made worse by my terrible
indecision. I had never felt love
until that warm month of March, and now I
find myself with love for three.

First. You, my love, my starving, lonely love.
I love you, I miss you, I need you, yet
I cannot give myself to you because
you love me too. You love me more than I
thought was possible and, for fear of breaking
your sorry heart and cracking your icy
eyes into rivers, I cannot tell you.

Second. You, my love, my resonant, blazing
love. I love you, I hear you, I see you,
yet all you see is her, so I am not
allowed to. Your song ignites when she is there
and nobody exists or matters other
than her. Your graceful dancing is enough
to make me keep my silence, so  I cannot tell you.

Third. You, my love, my fleeting, dying love.
I love you, I know you, I want you. I
am counting down the days to tell you. Every
second, every moment, every hour of
every day is spent waiting until I
can tell you. You are everything to me,
setting me on fire and embellishing
me with your warmth. But now I remember.
I have a love for three, those three sections
of my own world which I know so strongly.
Therefore, I cannot give myself completely
to one walk of life, and I cannot tell you.

Eb and Flow
To and Fro
Push and Pull
Which way to go?

Pain
A shackle of inhibition
Thorns of indecision
The indecision of the conflict in one's mind.

Pain
A sword of intemperate ice
Slicing left and right
Asking for naught yet aiming
To be a solace after 101 strokes

Pain
A mere matter of perspective
A sheer term of conditions
A tear to join a million
A comfort or a torture?

This place, it seems familiar,
Like an unopened corner of my mind.
I don’t remember this passage though,
And the endless fall that ensued.
Through the pores I saw it all,
A briefcase here, a backpack there.
I reached out for them, but in vain,
As gravity continued to take me into its thrall.
Memories? Yes certainly I had seen these before,
Whether they are mine, I am not sure of.
Because they seem too exquisitely crafted,
Too pure, not even the slightest bit flawed.
Dancing inside red bubbles,
Popping ever so slowly as I embraced the pull.
The red enveloped me whole,
As my bones turned to jelly.
My organs, on the other hand,
Began to grind like clockwork.
Slowly, I looked below me, and saw red,
And looked above, and saw even more.
I wondered what this sojourn was,
Whether it was in my mind, or in my heart.
Then flipped it all around to find,
It wasn’t a fall.
It was an ascension