Drifting

Alone, on the water, I lay.
It’s just me. Nothing to say.
I’ve been drifting all night
and day. I am drifting
out of sight. I’ll be alright.
This water has taken me
and pushed me to be
another man lost at sea.
I’m not lost; I’m just free.
I drift closer to the sun
and I begin to think –
I’m not the only one.

Take the Stairs

The elevator
is full 
of people 
who
did
not
take
the
stairs. 
But who cares, I don't. Do you? 
                       I take
                    the 
              stairs 
          for 
     many 
         reasons.
                I like 
                      to run
                            up 
                  super fast 
          to beat            
                The e
                    l
                    e
                    v
                    a
                    t
                    o
                    r full of people who did 
                                         not 
                                     take
                                  the
                                      stairs.
                               I don't 
                     trust them 
                                at all. 
                                I 
                            take 
                      the stairs; 
                      I don't 
                      care 
                      who cares.
                      Take
                      the 
                      elevator. Either way, 
                      I'll be at the top

The Deep End

I’ll never forget how to swim.

I’ll never forget this water I’m in.

Drifting away, I lost sight of the shore.

All night and day, I swim some more.

Powerful waves push me around.

I’ll do anything to not sink down.

As a kid, my feet touched the ground.

As an adult, I hear a different sound.

Bobbing up and down, I drift away.

Impossible to be found, I swim all day.

In a matter of years, this water got deeper.

This open water is a natural peace keeper.

I paddle through wakes for my own sake

as I swim to the deep end to meet my fate.

Story of a Friend’s Ship

Lost at sea in a hollowed-out tree,

we float out further chasing the light.

Back and fourth, waves hit you and me

as the things we’ve seen leave our sight.

Picking up speed, we push towards tomorrow

hoping that we can make it past,

The effort put in leaves no sorrow

while the time we’re given doesn’t last.

Inch by inch, our speed only goes up

leaving no time to wade in the water.

Now feeling like a half-empty cup,

the sunshine faded but I wasn’t bothered.

I’m in a friend’s ship and I hold on tightly

as we share the same quest.

The storm is here, oh boy, is it frightening

but we sail on through and give it our best.

The friend’s ship rocked day after day

but pushed through the times of struggle.

The ship never sank and I’m here to say

that a friend’s ship saved me from trouble.