I didn't turn the faucet off
And thought about life flowing
How it can see me dripping hitting splashing and then going 
Only in the second there in all my glory showing 
But the beauty blends into the norm and life it gets on towing

I turned the faucet on
So I could hear it flow again
The weary travelers eyes focus on old light in a new friend
It's the same orange sort of glow comes after nightfalls had its end
And the drips remind me of the way this planet it's days sends

And we spin

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

And we spin, and we spin. 

I kick up the sawdust
So with the dirt I'd see the sun
And watch the pieces hang, floating silently and fun
Hoping knowing when they settle
This morning isn't the only one
Oh no, you all are just a bed for something only just begun

I start to make more sawdust
Building what? I've yet to know
But I know that if there's something there I cannot be a hole
So that in the same when I am buried may I not be cold 
And that sun will people sing of me, when my stories told

And we spin

Rip rip rip rip rip rip rip

And we spin, and we spin.

He follows in the footsteps of a dead man,
a wild man, an ill-tempered storm
who lashed out at the world so he wouldn’t conform
to the ordinary life from which he ran.

Now that man is dead as an empty beer can.
He follows anyway, trudges on through the lukewarm
waters in his wake; trudges on to deform
the monotony from which his life began.

He thinks he may as well be wed
to his drinks and his smokes and the girls in his bed
all faceless and nameless and only marginally alive.

He never wants to know that absolute dead
feeling that lurks in people’s heads.
He wants the blood in his veins to pump, his soul to thrive.

I have a journal filled with quotes and poems
ones that strike me with emotion
and take my breath away in the moment that I see them.
A thought that excites me is that maybe one day
someone will have a journal like me
and my poems will grace their pages
and be written in someone else's script.
I'd like to leave my mark on the world somehow
so maybe this will be my chance.

From the minute I awake
To the minute I lie to sleep
I am working for my future
A future for more than me
My future kids and future love
My money will linger when I'm above
So my nights of stress and no sleep
Will prove I was a great mother week after week.

Lush draped the walls
Gold freckles cheek to collar
I shook the dust from my lips
And lost hours

I left kisses on dead children
Old as the houses
I grew friends in the field out back
Under dead forests

Guilt
Shattered glass
They’ll cease existing
When I pass

Some hurts feel too often
Like old love