Sometimes happiness is just a little flower,
Disguised as a ****.
Sometimes I think it is just a hot shower.
Sometimes I think happiness
Lies in a cigarette
And a source of fire:
Either bon or a match or a lighter.
Sometimes I think it is a universe away.
And I think happiness ran off today.

Slightly below my hunger for food
Lives my hunger for you

Sometimes I am the mountain
And nothing can shake me.
I am ancient elegance,
Unchanging;
I never falter.
The wind cannot sway me and neither can you.
But today I am the ocean:
Turmoil taken out on innocent sand,
Motion I have no say in.
The moon commands me and I
I am so weak, I do what it says.
The mountain is strong.
But today, I am the ocean.

Winds blow past and rivers flow,
But they have no influence upon me.
Nothing shakes a mountain.
The moon pushes, so
I stumble.
The moon pulls,
So I fall.
I cannot stop shaking.
At least a leaf on the wind gets to settle
To the ground eventually.
There is no rest for my waters.
The mountain is strong,
But today I am the ocean.

And there are days I know how to speak up
For myself and for others;
Days when I can face anything.
The mountain outlasts ice ages.
But I am trembling.
I am a tsunami and
I want stillness but
I am crashing destruction.
I stumble away
pieces of me left behind
puddles amid tragedy.
The mountain is strong.
But today I am the ocean.

most days, I walk around with my head on completely straight;
remembering all of the mundane things that I have to do before bed:
study for your history test, do your laundry, call your mother.
but then I see a boy who looks a little too much
like you did when you were seventeen
or a car that looks like the one that you drove
home from soccer practice junior year.
and all of the sudden, I don't have any clean socks
and my mother is worried because she hasn't
heard from me in a few days.
I think that's the worst part of being in love only sometimes.

they say that you shouldn't
make homes out of human beings,
but material things don't complete me
the way you do.

it's funny how you think you're moving
in the right direction,
but then one day, you're driving down I-195.
windows down, blasting the song that goes
"oh dear, you look so lost."
not sure if you're running towards something,
or running away.