Time

They say time’s of the essence
I feel it in your presence
And when I think back
To sweet adolescence.

It can cause you to drift
It can amend a rift
It might even cause
Your perspective to shift.

Fix what’s defective
Dull things reflective
Or maybe even render
Something ineffective.

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That Girl

For all what it’s worth
For all that it hurt
Never forget
It made you that girl.

On you shoulder, no chip
In your stride, not a skip
It simply made you
Didn’t cause you a blip.

So now you have perspective
Give yourself objectives
Toughened up
Rather than becoming defective.

Miraculous

It was someday
Back in the nineties
Playing basketball
With Joe and Mikey.

The sky turned white
The clouds, they parted
I wasn’t winning
But was about to get rewarded.

The ground disappeared
I projected into the sky
No longer could I see
Joe and Mike.

Suddenly I felt free
Weightless, unearthly
Highly important
Beautiful and worthy.

Then I met my maker
My giver of life
Who welcomed me in
With a gleaming smile…

Living Life

That’s the life
They teach us at school
Get top grades
Don’t be a fool.

Go off to college
Get a PhD
To get a top job
And start a family.

Work your way up
Get to the top
Earn enough money
To support ma and pop.

Take vacations
At least twice a year
With the wife and the kids
And toast over a beer.

Far from reality
Life isn’t a breeze
Yet that’s the expectation
They feed us, with ease.

Don’t settle for less
What if less settles for us?
What do we do then?
That, they won’t discuss.

Life gives you lemons
Just make lemonade!
I wish it was as simple
As it is to say.

 

Indifferent

Truth be told
I’m no longer sad
I don’t feel to yell
Even though I’m mad.

I can’t answer
When I ask myself why
All I know now
Is I don’t even feel to cry.

Once was a time
My mind was blown
Didn’t want to leave
Now I’d rather be alone.

Keep your distance
Your hands to yourself
Lately I’d much rather
You touch somebody else.

Expect disappointment
One thing I learned
Set my expectations too high
Then I got burned.

Phono Connector

Imagination runs wild
Always been a dreamer
But that I couldn’t fathom
And that was just a teaser.

Saw a couple red flags
Perhaps I should have known
People raised questions
Though I thought we were grown.

OK, be strong
Forget being gnarly
Put your guard up
Even if it’s just partly.

Two strikes, now.
Or should that be one?
Am I in my right mind
To say this is done?

Proceed with caution
But carry on with your plans
Get off those narcotics
That put you in a trance.

Here we go again
Analysis I can’t ignore
I don’t have to say a word
Just watch me walk out the door.