The sweat drips,
Drips down my neck,
I try to wipe it,
Wipe it from my collar.
He can’t know,
Know my feelings.
I’ll shield my eyes,
My eyes with sunglasses.
Not so brave,
Brave when you’re here.
I’ll tell you one day,
One day why I’m like this.
You feel like yesterday,
And 100 years ago,
All at the same time.
I think I’ll wonder the rest of my life:
How is that so?
We were foolish to think
We could be bonded by the ugliest parts of ourselves
And still make a thing of beauty.
I wish I were more like time,
With its persistence, humility, and power.
Persistence, in that it constantly ticks on;
Humility, because time does not need recognition;
Power, for time has the ability to change us all.
Your heart never hardens from pain,
Your eyes never glaze over in apathy,
Your stomach never aches with regret,
Your mind never dims from complacency,
Your body never withers in embarrassment.
Most of all,
I hope your soul never forgets
Just how connected we are.
You and I are quarks.
We’re subatomic particles,
Never found alone,
Have to be with another.
When you pull us apart,
The bond between us grows stronger;
We snap together with such ferocity,
Heaps of energy buzz between us.
The more I try to ignore it,
The more it sparks in my mind.
What I’ve failed to mention is:
When quarks do break apart,
They instantly find another quark to join.
Maybe that’s why you’re with her.
Maybe I’m not a quark at all.
I hold tight to dreams of the past,
And all of the hopes I‘ve amassed,
They strangle present ambition,
And kill my future volition.
How long can dreams possibly last,
Before my life must be recast?
We spend our lives on a tightrope.
One side is dying without finding your purpose;
The other side is finding it and ending your quest of discovery too soon.
The problem is we often lean over too far,
Grasping at possible answers.
We do this because we think we need a purpose to continue walking.
We forget the reason we’re walking is because we don’t have a purpose,
The reason we haven’t fallen is because we don’t have a purpose.
Victim to my dreamy disposition;
Stunted by all my hopes and ambition.
I trot past the traditional stables,
And snub lies of my favorite fables.
While hidden in shadows of akin minds,
I explore all that my fantasy finds.
Until I awake to a terse decree,
Proclaiming insipid reality.