Won't you sit with me, On the patio. Perhaps we could walk, Along the paseo. Either way, It would be nice to talk. Small or large, I'll be sure not to balk. Stop along and smell the flowers, Sitting 'neath tall trees. Listening to beautiful music, Of the chirping chick-a-dees. Won't you walk with me? Talk with me? Be with me?
Out for a run,
Playing in the sun.
Fleeing the past,
Lying in the Tall grass.
And when I cry, And search the sky, And want to die, I don't know why. Can't you help, Oh, don't you know? I don't belong, There above or here below. Stuck right here, The middle it seems. Where they go, To die, the dreams. So, lonely is as lonely does, Living life, just because.
Stay a Dreamer, And a Schemer. For a Writer, Is a Fighter.
Sun hot, Day bright. Something's not, Quite right. Sitting here, drinking beer. Time wasted, Never fear. For time, Not wasted. Might mean beer, Never tasted. Perhaps not time best used, But the need of a mind abused.
When I look inside, What do I see? No place to hide, Just me. Look at me, I am hidden. You can't see, The parts forbidden. What is Real, What is not? How to feel, About my thought. Can't you see through it all, Can't you help, lest I fall?
If we were having coffee, I’d say that it’s late and that I probably shouldn’t be drinking this as I raise cup to lip and take yet another sip. You would know that this is not the first time that I’ve indulged at too late an hour though, and tell me that I’ll be fine. And you’re probably right about that, by the way.
So, might I get you a cup of something? Coffee, tea, water, or juice? You may as well indulge with me, and follow me down the path of poor nighttime beverage decisions. Don’t worry, I’ll lead the way.
2017 is absolutely flying by. Weeks seem like days, days like minutes, and so on, and so on. I can say though, that the past week was a fairly good one as I did some of the things that I’ve been missing out on lately. Those things included writing a bit, strumming the ole guitar, running, and bike riding.