The seat next to mine is empty.

No one is singing the songs back to me.

No one is interrupting my calculated playlist with bad old songs.

The comments on my driving that used to bother me,
I now miss.

There are no shoe marks on the dashboard,
no trace of adventure.

The over excitement about the view that used to make me roll my eyes isn't there.

I miss these silly things that I took for granted.

I wish I could view the world
Through the eyes of a child
Finding beauty in the small things
Unapologetically happy
Blissfully unaware of the evils
Lurking behind every corner

Moving the T.V set
so we can get a clearer view
of the lightning storm

Soaring  above the moonlit sky far above the constillation , peaking down through the white clouds of puff, watching as the stars drop from heaven.
What a world to be seen as I look down  from up above.
For  the mountains covered in snow caps there is so much beauty and the wildlife running so free. The elk strutting all around, the Rocky mountain big horns playing by hooking horns and then the Grizzly Bear  catching trout from the springs.   As I look into the oceans of water crystal clear , the whales, the sharks , and the amazing dolphins all  swim for miles, without a care or a fear.  All through the jungles of Africa , the Lions holding their thrones as the king's, the tigers waiting for their supper hiding  behind the rocks, let's not forget the gorillas and apes occupying the swinging branches of the trees,  through the muddy swamps,  where the saw grass grows and the Gators and snakes lurk. ,
Oh the beauty of the land down under, how I would love to take a walk about, as the kangaroos run freely carrying their little joeys, snuggled safely in their pouch. I've never been to France, I see the stories are true, as I'm looking down on the city of romance I picture me and you.
So much beauty and freedom, my view from up here.

Come into my view.
Come before my gaze.
So I can see you,
through this thick, gray haze.

Through the illusion,
you pretend to be.
That makes me caution,
this reality.

To view the real you,
shouldn't be too hard.
Do you heal those near you,
or simply discard?

Does life hold value?
Is your word sincere?
Do your friends know you,
to hold them quite dear?

I care not 'bout looks,
height, weight, or your race.
All the lives you took,
can't be replaced.

No physical ******.
Only mental death.
When under fire,
do you care who's left?

Come into my view,
So I can see clear.
You do not want to.
It's the truth you fear.

My view's untainted.
My beliefs neutral.
I see the frayed thread,
of your betrayal.

I see the real you,
your imperfect soul.
Will you start anew,
with a new life goal?

Don't make deception.
I can see your lies.
Manipulation,
the hardest to try.

Come into my view,
either near or far.
Your sins though a few,
make you who you are.

Don't falsely live.
A lie all can see.
Change cannot outlive,
What you refuse to be.

being driven off a cliff isn’t too bad
other than the cold breeze
and that song that ended too soon
the butterflies even eventually fade
but man, let me tell you about the view
clouds danced with the horizon
the setting sun peaked through
Bob Ross would’ve envied my last adieu

sea gulls hovering
waves crashed over dunes
ocean mist floating freely
my head was stuck on stupid ****
bills unpaid
plants unwatered
I wondered what you’d assume

You'd search for something rational
Maybe a faulty barricade
or a curve that I hit too soon
positive I had been a little reckless
in fact those are partially true
I don’t know how to tell you
the real answer was you

When you're always grasping
For control
You're to occupied
To see the beauty
In order to truly be in control
R
  E
    L
     A
       X
Become the passenger
The view is more rewarding

Care not of what she did,
She did of what she had to.
More of an eye for an eye;
And the cycle would go on.

Take the pain, of what she did.
Bury it deep and change your view.
Oh and FYI,
You'll learn to move on.

-HIY