I watch the sunrise sinking
and think to myself, of all the possibilities
of all the choices within us,
What was it that pushed me here?
What was it, this here place?
It was an Everyplace,
one would find their comforts and pains
located scratched within here.
What was in here, what still is -
darker colors bursting through lighter ones,
Your feet traipsing my wooden floor
out into the garden where I lay
Beneath a starred sky, we knew
that someday we would get up there,
somehow.
Here was where were we in this moment,
in this Everymoment we can’t force out of.
To fate we need accept, flow with tides
that will take us faraway from here.
For what are we in this here, this now?
Uncategorized musical chords,
strummed out on an untuned guitar
(with three strings).
It was here that I was this
nothing that dipped within itself.
It was here that I could not grasp
the concepts that those others had.
Accept, I wave with it all
for my eyes are those ocean seas.
Unable to function against a wall
its in this garden I am stuck,
unreleased for the time being;
We sit in wonder at the skies above.
Is it ever thought about that perhaps
I am happy because I know,
I know this can’t be changed?
Yes, those are cries of joy you hear
but is there not an uncovered desire
in those gray orbs of thrashing seas?
Still asking oneself,
What was it? What was it?
