Confused Amusement

Circle around through streetlight nights.
Figure out what the tone of unheard voices feels like.
Shy kid, why do you try?
Why can't I?
You broke a broken silence.

Let it go, there's nothing to be seen.
Nothing to be thought of, nothing clean.
Confused amusement lies thick and shrewd.
Chase away the pause from play through what I knew.

Far for thoughts to drive.
Road trips come alive by dawn.
Pull over.
I need some sleep.
And I think you need a drink.

Classy Something

Change of pace.
Perfect space for more.
So long.
Goodbye.
What was it for?

For free.
For fun.
For me?
Yeah, I'll take the sun.

Slide on down to where I am.
Sure thing.
You done sing.
A song of what you become.

Go on.
Slip into something.
A classy something.
A rose without a thorn.
Trees without a home.
Birds without a moment to fly.

Hey now young man.
You got to see what you can be.
Nothing more, nothing less.

Figuring out what grows without a classic dress.

Never was the less.

Still

I see them slow. I see them right. Never will I find a place quite like this.

An observation discovers far more than what I thought.

For this is how I think; so calm, so quiet, enough.

However the weather may storm, I fought for crooked chores with broken arms. Sending away the sinking ship. Laughing away the bitter sweet. Floating down, falling asleep, drifting into dreams.

Send me a smile, a face, a charm. Still, but not quite. Home, but still bright. My eyes are open. Give me sight. Give me rest. At last. I might.

Gone with a trend. Far from a friend. Ever so slightly the wind, the trees, the autumn leaves are bare. The winter has come.

And now for the sun, a glimmer, a dance, a song.

Sing it soft.

My ears are shallow, beneath the surface.

With hope.

With love.

A chance.