The Hiker reaches the foot of the mountain
And pulls out his map,
Laden with a golden path in lemniscates  
Knowing where he is to go
For he had known this since he set foot out
His door.

Day by day he scales a piece of the mountain
Face, lacking not skill, but
Having patience, knowing the safe and
Prosperous journey is the
Patient one, the one whose tree of meaning
Is rooted in passion, the passion
To wait.

The Hiker fears not the delay of the summit
For the summit is already his,
Her hand his bride, for it is known in the
Hikers name who he is meant for:
The Summit, forever and for always.

You are a tree
A strong, beautiful tree
Your roots pull others into you
The others water you for protection
You provide warmth and love
But they are unhappy still
Yearning to be your one and only
You are only here to give
So keep giving, do not worry
Do not tire, do not fret, do not wane
They will learn.

The anticipation is killing me,
Just tell me how he feels.
My heart is literally aching,
This pain is too unreal.
I feel my chest caving in,
I can't handle these insecurities.
I keep forgetting what I told myself,
Especially about all my priorities.

I thought I hid my heart away,
But somehow I found the key.
It's spinning over my head,
It won't stop teasing me.
Pointing in each direction,
Not showing me a clear path.
But I'm too scared to move,
And deal with the aftermath.

So I'll press pause on my heart,
We can talk another day.
And hopefully you'll tell me how you feel,
Before my feelings fade away.

Tell me that you love me in a loud, clear voice. I am struggling and cannot understand a mumble at this moment.

When I am alone,
I sing lullabies to vacant space.
I imagine your grin,
Appreciating my off-key song.

"If I knew it, I would not..."
she said—choking—
while tears dripping down her cheeks

that is the thing about life
we do not know, we never do

therefore we should spare some patience—
breathe easily, think slowly
in order to save a lifetime of regrets
so that we will be able to say;

"Eventhough it turned out this way,
I am glad I was kind. I truly did my best'

It's not going to be... From this point, it's over.

I’ll find you in a coffee shop
In some corner of a bustling street
Staring into cracks and crevices
Of the words in a book
Amongst a pool of phone screens

I’ll find you hiding
in the majestic wonders of Planet Earth
one corner or the other
Shuffling a camera
Slouched sloppily on broad shoulders
Capturing moments of clarity

I’ll find you deep
within the depths of the ocean
wading amongst the corals
submersed in the adrenaline of life
meditating its mystic origins

I’ll find you perched
on a rock in the midst of barren land
watching the sunset
scrawling in some bound blank pages
holding back tears
just as I am now

I’ll find you my love
just you wait