I’d rather be
A million
Things
That I can’t
Than one that I am
It’s the human tragedy
Within
The heart and soul
To long for
Ideas
And getting old
So rather
Than I’d rather
Today I state
I am
I’d rather be
A million
Things
That I can’t
Than one that I am
It’s the human tragedy
Within
The heart and soul
To long for
Ideas
And getting old
So rather
Than I’d rather
Today I state
I am
An abstracted
Detracted
Line of sight
In the evening
Of a sailers
White capped waves
Over and over
The ocean of life
Rolls
Over and over
Until I can’t see
Anymore
Nothing too formal
Because I don’t want a lot
What the idea was to be
A little more nonchalant
Rebel Hopes
On the way
To being a renegade spirit
These worn out days
I have ideas
That are not so unique
With words
Bleak
But I hope to see a
Light
Guided by my own
Divine sight
For wherever I am pulled
I will hold on
To these rebel hopes
Wither and blow
So I am told
Is the way the winds
Goes
It can destroy
The sturdiest of
Foundations
It can rampage
The plans
We are making
So whether it be
The wind or the snow
It changes the face
Of whatever we
Know
Quick and judicious
Was the decision
Incision
Point
From my eye
To my hand
A quick stand
Taken
When confusion
Runs true
Across the land
So take the hope
Of today
Into tomorrow
When a judicious decision
Is strewn in sorrow
If only I knew
What I can’t know
Before the world goes
Where it does
If I only could
Say the thing
That would make her
Come back
To me
If only I had the time
To plan out the future
For my own safety
If only I could have heart
When all else fails
To hold me up
If only I could write the
Right words
On the page
So that I could say
I love you
It started with a few words
Like a leaking faucet
On a dry day
As the hopes of many
Became united
In one discrete shade of
Grey
So they say
That the rhetorical waves
Had begun
From the drops into the ocean
It all was one
In that moment
I knew the sea change
Had already won
The wide eyed ocean
Breeze
Filled with salty
Vibes and evenings
Long and cool
Into the night
I close my eyes
And feel those
Wide-Eyed Ocean
Life
The old county
Where I grew up
The straw north
Outside the state park
Where you could hear the rides
At night
Off the highway
That creaked in the evening
And cracked at dawn
The fields filled with
Corn and life
Back on
The other side