Wasting Away

Days fly, and they don’t
say “hi!” or wave “bye!”
Days fade as memories
are made. No time to be
afraid. The world turns
just how a candle burns.
None of that concerns
me. I try my best to feel
blessed – to digest stress.
I try not to waste away,
but I must have my rest.
Like a car sitting alone
in an empty parking lot:
Sometimes, I’m all I got.
I am the bullet being shot.
Will I hurt or help? Die
or try? Crawl or Fly?
Should I wonder why?
Do I fall or do I rise?
Either way, I wont waste
time easily misplaced.
I choose to face the day
instead of wasting away.




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.