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Blind Spots

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90 on the freeway.
Fast lane cruising.
Chasing a sun some
run away from.
Burning gas and day
light. No time to waste.
Just money to make.
Tunnel vision – no time
to look back. Staying
in the fast lane. Not
in vain – just avoiding
pain. Reach top speed
and succeed. Pushing
the pace, it’s a race.
90 on the freeway.
It is my escape. Away
from slowing down,
I push toward new life:
another opening door.
In your blind spot,
I show myself before
I am somewhere else.
Don’t mind me. I am
gone: a fading song.

A Grey Elephant

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A grey elephant sits on top a large rock –
about the same size as him. The sun begins
to rise. Both stay still – waiting to take something
on. The rock stays put; it never was alive.
The grey elephant lives and is feeling alright.
The grey elephant knows he does not want to be
like that rock. He wants to use his trunk and play.
The elephant moves from atop his rock.
The elephant decides to start his long walk.

Treadmills

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I run to you. I run for as long as I can.
I chase a moving sun. I run without a plan.
I want to be somewhere far away from this maze.
I have visions. I can see a new world before me.
I can’t tell if I’m moving or if I’m running in place –
or both. Either way, I run. Every now and again,
I slow my pace to walk on life’s revolving treadmill.
There’s no time to stop it. It must be how life can be.
I get closer to you, yet I remain in the same place.

Chasin’ the Dream

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Running out of gas, I keep going fast.

I chase this dream just out of reach.

This road grows longer. Will I Last?

I chase this dream, a dream I’ll seize.

Come closer to shorten this distance

between where I’m at and what I chase.

Come closer to tell me where you went;

I want to know which direction to face.

You still matter more than you know,

but I can’t show you how much I care.

You still matter no matter where you go

and I couldn’t stop even if I dared.

I chase this dream, but it changes often

and it grows larger each mile I walk.

I chase this dream that seems to soften

every time I try to talk.

I chase this dream until my legs fail

because I must live the dream I dreamed.

I chase this dream as time sets sail

because this dream is closer than it seems.

The Search

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The search is synonymous with Chase

Walking but in a general direction

Hoping to land in a comfortable place

Waking up with zero recollection

Moving forward seems endless on straight paths

Drowning in voices that control moves

Turning the wrong way ends in laughs

Being silent in the world leaves empty tombs

Walking alone may create perspective

Toxins fill the airwaves everyday

Polluting whats considered our representative

Every shut door after the first is not play

But what we find at the end is subjective

What happens after is consistent

Being pleased with finding breaths is objective

Life happens and leaving one day is permanent.