Am I trapped,
Or is this just the way to be?
Am I alive,
Or is this just some cosmic energy?
Am I happy,
Or is this lack of agony?
Am I sad,
Or is this how it should be?
Am I floating,
Or the world is flashing past me?
Am I flying,
Or the universe is revolving around me?
Am I thinking,
Or the thoughts are piercing me?
Am I writing,
Or are the words playing hide and seek?

If God let nature pick out its colors
I'm sure the sky would still choose blue
And the deepest depths of the ocean
Would want to stay that color too

If the mountains took to long to decide
Their peaks would turn a snowy white
And the stars in all of their glory
Would still relish the black of the night

The green, green grass of the valleys
Would not want it any other way
Just like the yellow of the morning sun
On any given day

And the leaves on the trees in the cool fall breeze
Would be any color that they like
At any given moment in time
Is when they would decide

If God let nature choose its own colors
I'm sure they would all stay the same
Because God knew what he was doing
When he created it on that special day

With cigarette stained lips
And smoke rings in her eyes
She cried her numb tears from the marrow of her bones
Something she didn't know she could do anymore
And as the salt stained earth of her skin rippled in rapture
Her throat sang gospels of ash and devils
The pink in her hair grew red as her wrists
The night fed her euphoria and shadows in her tear drops
The last of them spilling on the blue grass fields beneath her bed
And they bloomed into trees of white sand and salt
She grew devils under her sheets as she lay restless
Stray dogs howled to the nothing in particular of her song
As the gospels wore thin
And the house began to wheeze with fright
Its old creaking beams wrapped around her as she lay alone
In a bath tub
In the bedroom
In the kitchen
Alone

sometimes i wonder
if the world i live in
is one i made up in my head
that exists only for me

and if that’s true
i don’t mind
because the world i’ve created
is filled with madness
but the best madness i’ve created for myself
is you

Love the aim
Play the game
Try the route
Clear the level
Achieve the goal
Jump the hurdle
Beat the stage
You will succeed

The future is bold


         and out of sight.


                    You'll be all right...


        We'll be all right...