60 sunshines, 59 nightfalls till I face the day
40 topics held in to regurgitate,
**** and span for the marker man to give a brother a break.

Wait, I ain't done
Got anxiety about two more chores in head
Not to ***** and moan but *******
Getting tired of this ****
What's the point to push if you don't know where to go
Blindful blissful ignorance?

They say, and you go.
What subject?
What ever is most respected.
What job?
What ever brings financial comfort.
What about this?
Nah, you ain't good at that.

And so you sulk ever so distracted
Hearing the drip drop taps, splat on to the sink.
The metallic ting of the radiator reverberates as dormant inner silence sings.
Forever more.
A didactic sore for the ears,
Apologies in advance,
Though regardless you must hear it.

Never run to please others
Rather, focus and listen to the deep.

People scatter the beaches street,
Like seagulls hunting their scrumptious prey,
Engulfing the happenings of mainstream life,
While ordinarity and friction stray.
Their blindful stares,
And mindful glares,
Induce a sense of
Frightful fares.
Children play,
While adults delay,
Their naive beliefs,
From ambiguous thieves.
Day after day,
Continuity stays,
Defending us all,
From genuine praise.

The water moves in the wind
while the sun fairies dance gracefully over top.
Never removing their sparkling feet.
Mrs. Sun applause's in their performance.

Watching by the sandy shore
I find my head sitting atop a rock
over viewing a similar view
on a day of wondering minds losing themselves in blindful bliss.

A pair of hands entwined, walk down a path
where they end up at a pair of eyes awaking.

Removing myself from that day,
I am sorry for always getting lost.
Loosing myself in memories that are by now
long forgotten.

I am sorry for not being able to move.
Like a boulder, I will soon be covered under sea.
A fool on the other side of the world
unable to even throw a stone.
And all I can do is remember the forgotten.