…and if it burns, let it.
A Phrase So Brief
On my bed again I lay.
Evening turns to night, where blinds are down
and lights are dim from far away.
I knew how much a song could guide you back to certain days,
but guided by a phrase so brief?
Not until today.
To be this young and miss a youthful love,
as if too old to live a free fall moment one has only dreamed.
To feel the looseness of those expectations,
expecting all that wouldn’t be.
It’s what they say, enjoy your years becoming teen,
until the time is yours to say the same
to those who wish to come of age, be seen.
Though I don’t dislike the present as some may say,
what a wish had it become, to relive the mind, a feel, the state,
of an I who felt alive and gave.
No sight of lights from far away.
Night turns into morning, another start to find a better way.
A way to make it happen,
and to live as though the fear to lose can’t carve away my say.
Abnormal Simplicity
I always wonder what it’s like to know.
To feel the stable grounds built with another,
and to trust that floors won’t crash below.
Hearing stories as I go,
in all of them I see the sharing smiles,
the dances in the rain.
I see how much a vibrant grass of green can make you feel
and I suppose those hugs are there to set you free-
I pause.
To only imagine that normal can be claimed
as ease, as certainty and breeze.
To me this seems abnormal,
I guess simplicity is not for me.
On the contrary, I do know mine.
It’s not a yes it’s not a no,
it’s the maybe in between.
A situation so complex,
like endless mind games in a movie scene.
First one’s warm, almost like home.
You start to play with fire
so its warmth begins to burn.
But the other’s daring, it is foolish,
unaccepted, far from reach, it screams concern-
I pause.
I could hate it all I want,
then what’s the point of reading with a spoiler?
Learning maybes from the start.
Being mystery’s exploiter?
What’s the point of living, knowing all.