Untitled #457

Dreams open new doors
Which hearts can walk through
To sing a new song
When the real world
Rains down sorrow.

Spring

Buds are finally gracing tree limbs
And the sounds of birds are here once again
The cold still nips at your heels
But the sun grows warmer with each day
Thawing ground and vanishing snowbanks
Reveal grass that's ready to grow again
The fever is in the air
And it's only just the beginning of spring.

Never In My Life

Never in my life
Have I found such strife
In a place where I am to be
I've never had problems being me
But here I find
That I'm truly in a bind
Hiding behind the mask
Too afraid to even ask
Why such things are here
But over time it's clear
I'm not meant to see
What lies ahead the path for me
So I shall wait
And slow my gait
Until the time to dine
On the prosperous feast which is mine.

Well Played

I've played it well yet again
The simple fine has done the trick
When inside I know I feel conflicted
Between the reality of it all
I know I have to be strong
Have to get through it all
Even though the valley
Seems to be turning into a pit
But I've got to keep on moving
There's quicksand underfoot
And it longs to swallow me whole
With a smile on my face
The who way down

Mistaken Identity

I've chosen to walk with Boredom
As if he were a suitable companion
One would say far better than Loneliness
Who only appears to remind you of your plight
Others far better Death
But at least he can make the road interesting
However short it may be.

But alas, Boredom and I walk together
Meeting Fate along the way
Who walks with Father Time
And there are others
Yet they keep their distance
From my companion and I.

Boredom is not a permanence
Bur rather a chosen companion
Replaced upon a while of fancy
Sometimes by Joy and other times by Grief
However, he is often mistaken for Contentment.

And upon searching myself and my companion
I realized, that I have make just such a mistake
What I've seen as Boredom is actually Contentment
And as a smile graces my heart
I continue walking onward
With my companion: Contentment.

Nothing

I can't think of words to say
I don't even know if I have them
All that lies within
Are questions and confusion
How did we get to here?
To a road that has no answers
Life doesn't always have them
But where did this come from?

Stony Soil

Garden, Garden - what do you grow?
Your stony soil breeds weeds alone
Who knew such rough land would
Be yours to tend and sow?
The sun beats down, hot and strong
The rain beats down, cold and long
But the soil never grieves
Its stones which are solid and true
They make it barren but still hold tight
For that's exactly why they were placed
And nature gives no second chances
But man knows naught of these desires
One day, the soil will reach a potential;
When the hand of man intervenes
To cast the stones asunder.