If only things were as easy as 1,2,3
A,B,C
Like elementary
Arithmetic and spelling
Simple science
Gym was always stunning
Recess was revered
The swings were sacred
Writing on the jungle gym
Laughing
Running off with friends to play
Being enchanted by the smell of coffee and trees
Magic every second you breathe
Simply because you were somewhere you weren't supposed to be
Close your eyes
Now what do you see?
Darkness?
Dots of color?
Phantoms of light?
Remember when you saw dragons
Wizards
Whole worlds enchanting
When you walked people said it seemed like you were dancing
Remember when you were happy?
There was no worry about what to do
What are you going to be?
You had your whole life
Figure out what to do
Well what now?
What's your plan?
Too bad
Too late
It's not elementary
None of your dreams can come true
You're completely *******

What's the plan, What is the purpose,
Why do we stay here, When they just continue to hurt us,

What's the goal And can we really achieve it,
Have faith in yourself and then others will believe,

Have hope in the future and learn from the past,
We have all made Mistakes But the pain will never last,

It is ok to be fearful, We have all been afraid,
Don't be disheartened, don't be dismayed,

Our Strength is a blessing that we all hold inside,
If you search deep within Then the strength you will find,

The Courage will come, be patient, give it time,
Along with the desire to no longer hide,

Your spirit has awoken and will soon start to rise,
The fire Burns bright with hope in your eyes,

Open your heart, Open your mind,
Only speak words that are Both wise and kind,

Have a Listen, Hear what they say,
Give them a smile, get on with your day.

Today is a gift,
That's why we call it the present,

So that is the plan, follow it through,
Just for today, Be grateful to be you.

hmm,
long calendar.
not very many
empty
squares.
The blank ones
are like gasps
of
air
between
deeply held
breaths.

You are busy this year,
I think,
my hands lifting
page after page.
I am
peeking into
the
Void,
overcome,
but
reawakening
with every
little
white
square
moment.

It is a mess.
Planned to the day.
A buzzing swallows
all of the sound around me.
Gooseflesh arms.
Expectation battles with
doubt in the roiling furnace
of my guts.
Too much, too much.

Looking
away,
I hear pages lightly
slap
the wall.
Goodbye long calendar.

I am off to fill the spaces
in my days
the old-fashioned way.

There're lots of differences between the sexes,
And pregnancy is one of them.
The man can not get pregnant,
And the woman can not fertilize herself.
The woman is the one physically expecting,
And the man is pregnant in his mind.
Thinking and planning for his child's future.

Sunshine pouring through the window
Better days ahead
Warm winds are blowing now
Nothing left to dread
Weather can change at anytime
Must stay vigilant
For if there is a hurricane
I'll have no incident
Right now shine down upon me
I will soak it in
For right now we're happy
I don't want it to end