I remember when my pulse slowed
in its comfort.
How strange it is
to feel my heart
beat in rhythm
once again.

I'll spend my entire day thinking of
all the things I could be doing.
I'll spend next year not doing
all the things I said I would.
Instead I'll keep looking into the future
and living in the past.
I say I'll get to it later
And it's sad that no one warned me that
life goes so fast.

Lean in, young one.
Pleasure to your past.
Listen to the wisdom
Thought to never grasp.

Breathe out, my child.
Exhaust from the reality.
Relax in sand castles
And zoom in your dynasty.

Take hold, small fry.
Let the shade cool the surface.
Refrain from shadows
Casting metamorphosis.

Live free, cherub.
Let none export your soul.
Dilate imagery
Not to mind a waned goal.

So lean in
Just a bit.
Stay clear
Of the thick
Of the thorn
To resist
From the cuts
On your wrist
And the blood
That may drip
On your warmth
Made of knit
Highly raised
From your hip
That you wore
Upon kid.

But lean in
If you wish.

I hope,
just like me,
your soul is lonely.

I don't mean to curse
and wish solitary
on your beautiful heart.

But if your soul is lonely,
maybe we can be
two lonely souls together.