Is there a science
To the perfect day
From start to finish
No other way
Of looking at the same
Pieces to the puzzle
Hiding from the fears
Embracing the struggle
These are the acts
Behind making the most
Of the moments we are given
If unhappiness
Grips you
From the tip of the head
To the bottom of the sole
Know
That it is in us
To suggest a different
Path to
Go
So take heed
And arm your words
To bring a new perspective
To the world
If all were known
Where would you go
If you could see the future
What would you fix
To know all
Is to not know
Anything
But it would be a burden
Bearing it’s knowledge
Everyday
If it were one
Make it two
Or three
Take them all
Take from him
Take from me
If it were double greed
It would be easy to see
So be aware
Of those
Trying to take everything
They can see
A succinct
Motion
With hammers in hand
Build homes
That we can live in
Breathe in
Put up wood and shelves
Board by board
A succinct hammer
Is heard in the distance
As the homes
Go up
Over and over
Again
A mistake I make
From day to day
Fallacious
Foundations
Shaken from
My own namesake
So I wonder from the distance
Wish I could be wishing
Today
I try to seek the
Truth
Better
Than
Yesterday
Cruising at optimal speeds
On the ocean of
Uncertainty
Plucking my guitar strings
One by one
In a hope to find
What I have undone
In time
In the sun
Abaft and plucky
On the ocean
Run
One or the other
Type of worries
We have
Underscore
The hopes that can be
Made
Or undone
Clever or aloof
Is the result
When one is focused
In on the
Path of a future
Decision
The lightest of hopes
Punctured
Through the poles of
Life’s complicated
Choices and decisions
When it’s ruptured
It brings in the world
Of the lonely incision
That hopes must underlie all
Ambitions
From the plans we make
To the dreams we are
Wishing
From the moment
I opened my eyes
I could see a world
Spiraling with
Lies
To deny
The truth
So we must awake the room
With acts of truth and good
For all of us to
Do
