He was easy as a breeze on the outside
He had a raging storm inside
Busy searching for the stop signs
And the turns kept passing him by

The past is not defining,
And the future’s a distraction;
So living here and now,
Is such a prudent action.

a leaf falls onto the bench,
completely mute. you pick
it up, begging it to make a sound.
i wonder why, it won't work wonders;
i wonder why, has it fallen down,
i wonder why, are we all
just leaves, now
on the ground?

The words that you read
Eyes that see, have the power to receive
The mind conceives, as it wants to believe