New to You

It is new to you – something strange.
I know you’re unsure right now.
Just take it slow as you adjust.
I’ve been you before and you must
walk around and hear new sounds.
You can do this really anywhere.
The new will soon become the old;
a burning heart eventually turns cold.
You can turn your old silver into gold.
Soon, you will feel safe and happy
as what’s new to you will soon be
nothing new. You will soon see
something
 new help paint skies blue.
It is new to you: something bold.
It is new to you until it becomes old.

The Reunion

Today is the day. We all get together.
There’s so much to say. It can’t get better.
To see you all again, it means the most.
We are now men, the game show hosts.
So much time has flown on by.
The sun still shined when clouds cried.
We are here now on this very day.
We made a vow to remain the same.
This reunion is the only thing I need:
To feel the same – to fan the flame.
We have grown and flown from home.
We all drifted apart with the same heart.
Yesterday was the day we all met.
When we met, it felt like no one left.
This reunion was much needed
as our love is deeply rooted.

Look Up

Do not stare at your feet
when there is a sky above.
Do not stare and weep
when there is endless love.
Look up and see the sky.
Look at birds dance and sing.
Look up and try to fly.
You deserve everything.
There is a life ahead.
You must get off the ground.
Fly away from all the dread
and away from all the sound.
Look up and chase the sky
before all your dreams die.
Look up and wave goodbye
to me before you fly.

Circa 95′

Where were you in 95’?
Were you even alive?
I was born on May 28:
To me, it’s a special date.
I didn’t know much
as I was out of touch.
95’ was a good year
because I didn’t feel fear.
Now 24, I open up doors
to places without floors.
The falls are bottomless;
they don’t hurt, I promise.
I’ve learned how to live
a life that I gladly give.
95’ is my year of birth:
my first day on earth.
I have been blessed
to be put to life’s test.
I don’t remember 95’,
but I can rewind time.

I remember being 5
and how the sun shined.
I remember being 10
and the places I’ve been.
I remember being 15
with a spirit so clean.
I remember being 20,
working to earn money.
Now 24, I just want more.
I want what I didn’t have.
Now 24, I can now laugh
at what held me back.
I am blessed to be here,
to see a year reappear.
95’, a year I think about
brings me zero doubt.
Now 24, I feel alive –
Thanks to the year: 95’.

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.