Dearly.

The sun is burning
The life outta me
My hopes are turning
Into a dumb fantasy
My tongue is yearning
To set my feelings free
My bones are learning
The ache of maturity

What once was agreeable
Feels as off as it can be
The tragic unforeseeable
Seems more comfortable to me
Dreams once deemed unbeatable
Are dust beneath my feet
As I dig deep for the redeemable
Buried somewhere underneath

Thoughts like whispered voices
Fading into vague memory
Lots of different choices
Looked back on regrettably
A kaleidoscope of faces
Come and go while I’m asleep
My brain always erases
The things my heart loves most dearly

Shame on Me.

I put my hat on backwards –
to straighten out my crooked head,
it doesn’t always do the trick,
but it keeps me out from under the bed;

I ride my surfboard goofy –
because that’s just how I roll,
it’s too hard to break the chains,
to the habits that we know;

I drive around much faster –
than I am supposed to be,
but if I don’t, the masses,
will surely get the best of me;

I give much more freely –
than I ever really should,
I suppose this may be because,
of my collection of nickels made of wood;

I am not an idiot –
in contrast to the things that I may do,
I am simply surviving,
just trying to make my own way through.