Footprints in the sand
There for a moment- solid, real.
I watch water rush into the cavity my feet have made
See the edges blur away
Simply a hole
A vague knowledge that there was once something there

But still the memory resides, no longer tangible,
That for a moment they made an imprint-
Full of hope, dreams, and ideas
That for a moment, the landscape of unchanging shoreline was drastically altered
By the possibility of life and with it knowledge
And in that moment the world knew of my existence

But the moment slips away
Buried by the sands of time
And gradually forgotten
Like the footprints and their creator

There is an enchanted forest across the street
A mysterious haven, in a world that’s concrete
Everything’s bright, color bursts at the seams
Of images so vivid, they are found only in dreams
The only way in is a passage unknown
Except to those most willing to be shown
It is but steps away from a path well worn
Yet miles from civilization is a paradise born
In the deepest serenity, life seems ethereal
Where mother nature mends our hearts and helps our lives to heal
Tis but a fine line drawn between blurry and distinct
Between the world of traditions and that of raw instinct
A fragile alternate reality whose fate is defined by the beholder
To remain eternally sunlit or wither into something colder.

And reflect
That I find it quite soothing
But I know that I wouldn’t
If the house I lived in were any less fortified
If the whisper of the wind felt like a gust and the walls around me shook
Would I too tremble in terror?
Could I ever truly enjoy the wind while cowering behind paper thin walls?
I doubt the storm would be able to lull me to sleep
Or hold the same sway it has now
I doubt the gorgeous lightning-lit sky
Would seem more than a threat of electrocution
The soft pitter patter
Would be deafening
When perceived by the ears of the drenched
Drowning out all the peace
That I have inside of my soul

Sunlight must be liquid
For it to fall down in drops
For it to pour down upon you
And never ever stop
Sunlight must be liquid
For it to shine down in streams
Lighting up your smile
With it’s far reaching beams
Sunlight must be liquid
For it to gently effuse
Over wooded-vale and glade
For it turn the world topsy-turvy
As you kiss my breath away.

I want to live in a world like I once make-believed.
A world the likes of which I’ve always dreamed.
A world in which everything is possible,
A world where nothing is illogical.
A world where questions are boundless,
Where even the simplest act has great profoundness.
A world where there are no limits.
A world where nobody quits.
I want to live in a world of knowledge and prosperity,
A world free of all vulgarity.

The world is an ocean of Knowledge.
And those of us who constantly search for answers,
Are painstakingly sucking up precious bits of information
Through Coffee Stirrers.
The work is slow and the odds overwhelming.
Even the smallest trivia we dredge up,
Must be relentlessly screened for impurities.
We try desperately to stay adrift
When the undertow threatens to drown us with lies.
Our minds are parched,
Dying to absorb it’s life-giving water.
Even the slightest rainfall
Creates a desert oasis.
A place where we can surround ourselves in moisture,
And tell ourselves that nothing matters beyond this paradise.

It seems lately society has a doped up sense of Wonderland,
Laziness, sloppiness, and ignorance go hand in hand.
Falling down Technicolor chutes never knowing when we’ll hit rock bottom,
Our faces hiding anarchy behind a façade of calm.
Disappearing cats with fake grins lead you wherever they deem,
Down winding roads that are not as pleasant as at first they seem.
More and more people are becoming Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum,
With not enough interest in life, and too much in being fat happy and numb.
If you play your cards wrong, they’ll turn on you.
Running through dark forests hoping someone will know what to do.
Everybody’s constantly checking their watches as they hurry,
Too busy going everywhere to live life in anything but a scurry.
Homicidal Queens live in hypocrisy,
Too wrapped up in court intrigue to really see.
Eating mushrooms spiked with who-knows-what,
Trying to fit into a one-size-fits-all world.

Unlike a candle,
I can’t blow out it’s light.
It’s magnificent, pure energy,
Turning the night sky into broad daylight
Wherever it caresses the ground.
Lightning runs through my veins,
Empowering me.
The sudden flashes of eternal brightness,
Show all the flaws I’ve been trying to hide.
The heat so enormous,
It melts all but the strongest of souls.
It burns away my flesh and corruption,
Leaving only my core untouched
Away from the sins of my past.
Free to arch across the stormy skies,
And dance across flat fields,
In unison with the racing of my heart.

I have thoughts in my bed at night
where I lie with my blankets wrapped around me tight.
I have thoughts of places far away,
and I have thoughts of how the world changes each day.
I have thoughts of wind and rain,
and I have thoughts of loss and gain.
I wonder why people do horrible things,
and who invented shoe strings.
These thoughts they whoosh right through my brain
until sleep comes like a gentle rain.