You know that feeling when the sun is the moon?
When the devil is your friend?
When you feel envy for a beautiful flower?
I do

Wearing a skin that doesn’t fit
Each day it tightens

I want to be remembered
Maybe to be famous
Not a rocker
Famous Actor
Or a billionaire

I want to be famous for me

For running on the sidewalk
Without touching the cracks

Plastic, stiff and motionless
Perfect

A snapshot of beauty
For eternity

I look at my wonderful lady everyday
I always know where to find her
She seems to always be happy
Envy grows deep

It scares me
I've gotten bored
With my friends, family and the world

Water

This is all i see
Water

Bottles upon bottles
Of
Water

I just want to pour it all out

Hello everyone
Welcome

Now get the fuck in line

Lines for everything
Sex
Race
Religion
Ethnicity
Age

Billboards float in the sky
Everyone exactly same

When the hooded father came near, he cried
No one seemed to care for his wife
Giving energy to dead branches

He quickly cut the limbs
Creating a birth of new life

Blind beings

I want to look into the sky
I want to run down hills
i want to tell a lie

But instead, i take pills

The empty people talk to me
All gibberish
No one speaks me
I get lost

Not too often does it happen
Only comes with night
A special glow
A beautiful rainbow

Under it a forest dweller appears
Dancing with his heart
Soul and being
Conforming

Black dog, outside in the lawn
Old Victorian red house
Plush green grass
A big tire swing in the front

Something breaks
It moves

Smaller
The size of a small cabin
Not much inside

There was once a beautiful stone
So beautiful I replaced it with my own
I kept it inside my heart
Cool water splashed through my veins

I took it out every night

There’s this little green door
I travel through it quite frequently

It’s in a place that is everywhere
It’s in the stars
In the woods

The tricky part is finding
Once found

Now calling number 12
Is number 12 here?

Sitting in this crowed corridor
It can get dull fast
Looking at the plain pallid door

It might as well be on the other side of the world

The evil thing lives inside the darkest cave
It’s a cave that breathes
The evil thing lives off of the cave
Constantly nibbling tiny chunks

The evil thing likes to play

Life is a boiling pot full of clay
It’s a runny mess
A robot swirls its finger in the mix
Creating offspring

The clay begins to harden
The robot tips the pot on
Its
World

The beginning of this story started well
Meant well, lived well and loved life
The line razed
Now the pilot is flying a different course

His brain was smart
His eyes were dumb