My little tiny bundle of joy,
Oh how sweetly you sleep,
Such innocence present on your face,
Oh how I wish I could sleep so soundly,
Not a worry, just for milk.
Not a worry, just someone to change you.
Oh how quickly you go from laughing to crying.
Oh, how confusing it can be.
Especially when you multitask,
Doing both simultaneously.
I love you so much forever and always.
Please never stop being my bundle of joy.
I'll always be here for you,
Whenever unconditional love is needed.

Do what I want...
Oh, what a taunt.
I wish I could.
There's no way I should.

I want to go home
I want to write a book
Sit back on memory foam
In a cozy little nook.

To stay home with my kids
And my wonderful wife
To shut my eyelids
And sleep without strife

I want to talk to the people
Who wander my mind
To sit and slowly pull
And scribe as stories unwind

For my family, I want to care
To give them all they need
And always be there
So they've lives they want to lead.

I just want to function
To not give my all
Just to end in destruction
Not to fall and fall and fall

I want to like the man in the mirror
To not see myself with disgust,
As something lowly, inferior.
I want to be worth your trust

Do what I want...
Oh, what a taunt.
Maybe I should,
But there's no way I could.

Amidst the pounding thunder
And towering waves
Lit in the night
By searing lightning
A small ship sails

The sailor gazes back
To distant horizons
Not quite seeing
But feeling
His former home

As winds scream and tear
And waves crash and drag
He battles onward
Through tempest
To unknown lands

Decisions made long ago
For risk and fortune
Over calm simplicity
Run swift as the howling gale
Through rain blinded eyes

Easy winds and calm seas
A life of lazy tranquillity
A life forsaken
To battle tempest fury
And still unregretful

Where did the freedom of youth go?
I woke one morning and found it gone.
Though the search for freedom continues
Responsibility carves a deep path
With steep walls to ward off would be climbers.

But I'm sure it can be done!
Drag that snarling machine that carves the path.
Finger by finger, clawing up those walls.
Struggle fiercely, panting and growling
To the freedom which lies above.

Those things in life which come hardest
Are most often the sweetest to taste.
What then could ever be sweeter than freedom
Freedom fought for tooth and nail
Earned through blood, sweat, and tears.

But fear not the jaws of responsibility
Though it brings terror to the hearts of men
It has boundless beauty and importance
For what joy would freedom hold
Without reason to enjoy its flavour

Sun baked sand holds back withered shrubs
From the slow salty invasion of Poseidon
Drooping palms drop laden fruit
On passing, unsuspecting, heads
Where beauty once lay, now lies a trap
Calm steadily turns to white-capped waves
As surely as Poseidon's slow victory over the cliffs.

Anger flashes red
Joy warms the heart
Shame burns the face
Love dances in the stomach
and twinkles before the eyes
Emotions and senses play

All except fear
Fear grips the throat
Clenches the stomach
Freezes the veins
And darkens the eyes
Fear smells like smoke
Tastes like metal
And sounds like beating drums

Fear does not play
Fear consumes