You can almost feel the ocean.

I get to watch you sleep as time eases by slowly.
Sometime in the future, will I think this all went by too fast.
Remember that.
But for now I can taste it, touch it, breathe it in.
I can take in every second.
There's something special going on around here.
I am lucky, peaceful, grounded.
Oh, how I lay here in awe.
Lucky. Peaceful. Grounded.

I Want It to Be True

It's only the same routine tomorrow that you did yesterday.
And today you awake to a challenge of motivation.
Potentially great. Potentially distant.
Forgotten.

Does anyone even watch the stoplights anymore?

We just follow the car in front of us when it begins the process of motion.
The process we struggle with.

And could I write as long as time continued?
Well, sure, I'd love to go.
But how far will I get this way? How far?
Is there a path that continues on through my method of record keeping?
Oh, would you snap out of it?
This is life after all and all of what you are.
No, these are lies. You have not seen what you will become.

Seventeen

Isn't the sky more beautiful with stars in it?
Or maybe just the lights on the hill?
It's just cold enough on this late March night.
The kind of cold that just feels good flowing through your hair, through your body.
Just beautiful enough for me to be reminded of how lucky we are,
How gorgeous the night is,
To enjoy this slow drive home.
I'm goin' 35 but it feels like 10.
And I'm just watching the leaves dance around my windshield from the front to the back.
And almost on cue the jazz ends, the song ceases it's melody, the engine stops, I am home.

New Orleans Square

And somewhere hidden behind the facades dance chimney sweeps atop the roofs.
There's something magical there if you keep going,
But I cannot continue tonight.
I can only admire what you hold the potential to be.
Somewhere hidden.
Goodbye beautiful facade, I'll never know the beauty you possess.
You were nothing more than a hope of a dream.

Coastal Postal

Suddenly I hear nothing,
And the rhythm joy enters my ear canals.
It sings its way through my nervous system
And exits into my brain as it explodes into tiny pieces of music.
I am overcome with a vibrant sensation of notes and melody.
Look how far we have come.
We seem to never run out of luck.
A beach city still seems so far away.
I don't know exactly where it is,
But it's not here.
It just gets farther away with every miserable footstep you take up that staircase.