The Unknown
we walk in the darkness
fumbling around without a care
satisfied with the spaces between our fingertips
afraid to turn the light on
far to preoccupied in our simplicity
to we discover we are not alone
we walk in the darkness
fumbling around without a care
satisfied with the spaces between our fingertips
afraid to turn the light on
far to preoccupied in our simplicity
to we discover we are not alone
I do this
I lay in the darkness
to take in the sun
and I always wonder
why I can’t find the light
I will always endure great sadness in my life
as everyone leaves, as everyone leaves
from the shores of my own institution
what I gather from the sandy beaches
are fragments of shells of what once was
put them together but they never are whole
bits of bodies from scattered lives
a mosaic of broken pieces struggling to make one
a patch work quilt tells an epic story
but the stitches never bridge the gaps
fuse not the shores of these continents
so I morn the passing ships that anchor for a day
sell their wares and fade into the sunset
another shattered glass reflecting on the ground
pick it up and keep on walking
in search of arms that do not erode
Let’s recover from a life built of sandcastles
Slowly eroding at the shore line
Walls constructed with grains of promise
Our mothers and fathers tell us to push on
But the wind and the water are against us
This is the way to find happiness they say
So we dig deeper into the soft sand
We build upwards into the painted sky
Deeper, higher, stronger, better
Still those fortresses topple to the ground
The ocean constantly reclaiming the earth
Will we ever learn from these lessons
Or do we keep building castles made of sand
I don’t have any brain cells left
they all melted away from the late night hours
all strategically fried from the rising sun
because you can’t worry when you can’t think
you can only sit in the sun and be in the moment
this flux between the day and internal dark
because no one else is afraid of the weekends
charging through the week just to reach the end
but my light is at the top of green trees
my hell is painted in prismatic stars
and my dreams are lockup inside my head
battling it out with with Johnny, Jack and Jameson
who’s presence makes me talk to much
as my friends make me smile to easy
but I guess as long as there was laughter
who needs to think about anything else
let’s get lost, you and I
all those green lights in a row, one by one
let’s race through them before they turn yellow
before everything turns yellow
before the leaves fall to the ground
we can press the sand in between our toes
we can pretend there’s no where else on earth
no other place to stand but on the edge
where the wind takes your breath away
because sometimes breathing is far to overrated
and if you believed so deeply
that touching your skin to mine
could cause these chemicals to react
then let’s see how unstable an atom we can make
let’s prove this world of convention is for the birds
and maybe if we can defy these changing seasons
find a way to live in the spaces in between
hide inside each molecule of air and water
then we could live this life the way it was intended
maybe then we could make this last
I want to cut back, reduce, de-clutter, simplify
but I can’t seem to stop those voices in my head
that say more, more, more
go further, move faster, work harder
a product of the north east chill
where you pound the pavement so hard
you can’t look up from your feet
silent ships crossing in the night
a traffic jam of the walking dead
so I sit still and take a deep breath
and in those quiet hours I can hear
the tick tick ticking timebomb
of my dissatisfaction
more, more, more
now, now, now
I wonder if it’s ever going to be enough
to just be
On the edge of this earth
looking down upon it all
tip-toeing on tectonic plates
that shift silently in the night
do I dare dive in the ocean
before it surely will consume me
wash me down into the tide
eroding land beneath my feet
but ever was there solid ground
that kind you could build a house on
the kind you could call a home
this tight rope walker growing tired
celebrating what is given
hills of possibility and change
mourning all this rift has taken
of love and life and lust
leaving me high and unsteady
in altitudes of uncertainty
unsure of each fragile step
wishing there were arms below
that would catch me dare I fall
there are no answers
only seconds to these hours
that echo as they fade away
a better man would catch them
net in hand into the ocean
but I let them pass me by
I waste them all on you
faded memories painting pictures
casting rainbows that I chase
into the deepest depths of my mind
and I know it can’t be true
that reality will fail me
but I can think of no better way
to waste away time
we are all burning out
like fire crackers in the sky
bursting bright with promise
then gently falling to the ground
why are we always falling to the ground
stinging our bare feet as we walk
hot coals in the midnight air
Its never enough to feel for a moment
so we let off more into the sky
like cannons firing at invisible armies
we consume all with flashes of color
only to return to darkness
why are we always left in the dark
why are we always left in the dark
Time is washing us away
yet we stand as close to the shore as we can
trying to see if that horizon
can hold the weight of the sun
I will chase the sun if I have to
to the distant corners of the earth
so I can feel it’s never ending rays
warm me from the outside in
I won’t wait till it finds me on its own
so many hours until morning comes
l don’t the patience for those kind of things
