Ups and Downs

What goes up
must come down.
What goes right
has never left.
Some never come
down when they
go up and away.
Those lucky enough
come down with
a new found love
for the sky above.
Hills and valleys –
streets and alleys –
sad and happy;
we must feel it
all when we fall.
When we slip up,
we must never
look down. Look
around, and think
of those climbing
the same mountain.

Remember When

Remember when things were different?
The sky was a different color. It was
a different day with different weather.
Remember when we would laugh on
the back of the bus
? Remember when
we wished for this day to appear
out of thin air?
All we wanted to do
was grow up. Do you remember
when we were young and naïve?

We never thought our youth would
leave. Beneath a tree, we wished
for a better world: brighter skies.
Remember when life was simple?
Me neither, but I try to imagine
a time back then that must’ve
been some of our better days.
Anyways, remember when
life was not a maze or a haze
that would stay?
Remember
when all was well? Do you
remember when we thought
life was easy?
We can’t forget
where all the time went.
We must remember when
before the next story begins.



No Fly Zone

Higher and higher – away we go.
We are flying in a no fly zone.
We have to fly; it’s the only way
home. We can’t let others see
us fly – they might shoot us
out of the air. Who would care?
In the air, no one would dare
to be seen. As frequent flyers,
we have an insatiable desire
that yearns to burn like fire.
They can’t keep us down forever.
Our wings – they could never
sever. We will continue to fly
anywhere we please. So please,
stay grounded and well-rounded.
This no fly zone is our new home:
a time in space we won’t waste.


Making Memories

My memories fade
as new ones are made.
Although I’m afraid,
I don’t want to forget
the people of my past.
I think about them often.
I can only hope that
these memories last.
The memories I make
could never be replaced.
These memories crowd me;
they follow me around
and sometimes help me
when I am
d
o
w
n.
I’m thankful to be involved
in memories evolved.
My memories fade
as new ones are made,
but I’ll never forget
the things you did.
When I think about us,
it’s my memories I trust.

Chasin’ the Dream

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.