I can feel the changes
The ebbs and flow of time

Regardless
Time moves on
Even if I don't
Life and death lies in the constant of the universe
Rich or poor we're bound by
Inevitable, our stars can't change our faith

Someone once said, "life is an illusion and time is real"
Possibly, we're all living a lie
Probably, our essence is in searching for the truth
Whatever that maybe
Nonetheless, time goes on
And I'm trying to find mine
Before it's time.

LanceSkiies

Sunday, August 19, 2018

Sunday
Where I'll be someday
I can't say
Where I'll go
I don't know
Endless directions
Limited options

Can't freeze, can't stall
No time to waste a tall
Obstacles to over come
Walls to be destroyed

I can't say, where I'll be
And I don't know when I'll leave
My hope, it's on my terms
LanceSkiies.

how are you meant
to know what to do
with this one life
which you cannot undo
there is so much
to this thing called reality
getting everything right
seems far from practicality
i'm doing my best
like so many of us are
i just need direction
before i travel too far

my lower extremities
are coated lightly with
minute shards of glass,
my upper body loose from
chardonnay and sun beams

the water between is only angry because distance is disdain is
disbelief; a family finds solace
in the crashes of sad summer skies
and squinty eyes

i am not happy i am not sad
i am only breathing in the ocean’s
cries for calm, for quiet,
for familiar drunken fights
for love

my sunburn buried deep
solemn claims of reality;
direction is only a force
the stars have put in motion
moons pull me in opposites
but i remain

I would be a fool to compare
Your presence to that
Of a candle towering valiantly in a dark room,
Acting as a guide as some would say.
You would eventually burn out,
Leaving me alone with no sense of direction.

You are closer to a star
On an unpolluted night,
Making your way to me
No matter the distance.
And even though you may
Become sheathed at times,
Knowing you are always there
Brings me a sense of relief.

"It's you who choose"
That seems like a joke
To whose
Destiny was to die
as a child, in a war
Or to ***,
under 18,
as ***** in a bar!