Catching your smile with a silkened neck tie.
crooked and hell bent with lust for every breath of you.
your face falls into dreams, and your voice is indeed a fairy tale.
your company is indeed a cruel mistress.
cloaked in beauty, dripping with agitating fondness.
stained with the memories of love once lost.
and prejudice to any notion of future seeds sown.
letters tucked in tattered pages.
gifts left clinging to history.
words knit in a road less traveled.
give me rest for my tired feet.
in a bed less room covered with paper.
leave the sanctuary of my misty mind, and find shelter elsewhere.
give it up.
give it all.
give it time.
go to school.
go to church.
say your prayers.
love thy neighbor.
so much counsel and so few listeners.
advice is easily given.
a mouth is only good for proving you a fool.
i am one unfocused boy.
conflicted.
confusing.
contradicting.
i walk a fine line.
a line so thin, the breath of a child could blow me off course.
do i do what is right, or do i do what is polite?
do i take my human passions and lay them on the line?
risking everything to feel alive?
Or lock them up, and throw the key into the night?
i've focused so much on one thing,
that i lost sight of everything.
take my hand
and lead me safely there.
to the place with no name.
life is good.
im not complaining, only contemplating.
life is good yes, but could life be BETTER?
life will do its terrible dance, and all of our truths lay evident.
im convinced we hold our fate in delicate hands.
some hold tight, others let it slip through like water.
those who leave everything to chance watch life pass them by while making grand plans for it.
chase your daydreams to the edge of your consciousness.
keep them in glass jars safe for all to see.
and when the time is right,
drink them down,
and feel the light of yourself change the course of your everything.
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