Hindsight

What was I thinking?

I’m not even sure that

I know the answer to

that question. Did I ever

mention that, no matter,

the intention, thoughts

become suspended? Days

of my past mix together.

Former ideas whirl around

like a reverberating sound.

I couldn’t tell you what I was

thinking. All I know is what

I was feeling. Hindsight is 20/20.

Some days were bad even when

it was sunny. I look back before

walking through the next door.

Dear NASA,

Give me space: more light years:
enough time to chase the stars –
more chances to face my fears.
I am a space cadet with ears
that tune into alien frequencies.
You see? I hear what most don’t,
I see and believe that there is a
roaring breeze above the clouds:
a galaxy that is made just for me.
I see energy, atoms, and matter
for what they are. Life is strange,
but here we are. I want space:
all the space in the world, and all
the space outside of it. I admit.
I want to take lift – take flight
deep into the cold, still night.
I want to see life’s gift from afar:
the gift that most of us cherish.
I wish to travel past the confides
of my thinking and view my life
next to a shooting star’s light.
Sometimes, I seek outer space
when I just need inner peace:
enough strength to be free.

Happy Daze

Things can change quickly.
Life just goes and goes.
One day, I’ll miss this.
Or I won’t, who knows?
One day, I’ll look back
on this happy day.
I’ll pick up the slack.
There’s no time to play.
Our time is slipping.
My heart is ripping.
It’s all part of life.
Days turn into nights.
Please leave on the lights.
I must reach new heights.
It doesn’t’ matter
if dreams are shattered.
I climb all ladders
because it matters.
I’ve been in a maze
for all of my days.
I must find a way
cuz’ I cannot stay.