Contentment is Learned

Life is as good as you make it.

But those who have it better than us fake it.

Because, good is a matter of perspective.

My life and yours are not respective.

Life is a series of decisions.

But most of us have different visions.

Because choices change by the seasons,

My life and yours are for different reasons.

So don’t get your hopes up, but keep contentment ready.

So when someone cuts your ropes up, your mast can hang in steady.

We’re all just lost at sea, where some of us float better than the rest.

But learning to swim is free, so kick your feet and paddle your best.

An August Day Away

It was the middle of August, on a warm summer’s day, When the butterflies carried me away.

Over wide open plains, with my hands on the reigns; for the impromptu holiday.

Up on their backs, with wings, I was carried. Out into fields and groves, with berries. 

They spoke in my ear, short tales of the year, and dropped magic like glitter with glee. 

They sat me in grass, at cool waters edge, and brought fruit in baskets to eat.

They dove ‘neath the water, the river to dredge, to leave sparkling stones at my feet.

I dug through the seashells and colorful rocks, and gathered my favorites to keep.

The air sang like church bells, the peak of the clock, the butterflies rose with a leap.

In a spiraling cloud, we took to the sky.

The trees all bowed, and started to cry.

The wind sang us home, with music anew.

I was never alone, for the butterflies knew:

It was I who they needed, I needed to be. 

Their magic was nothing with no one to see.

They left me but pleaded, for their own return,

To teach me of something, their magic to learn. 

In feeling their longing, I asked them to stay.

In my home, there, belonging; at least one more day.

My Early 2000’s Punk Rock Song

Your eyes are all that draw attention.

My eyes, have made your eyes their penchant

If only, I could gaze at them forever,

Though my face, it may never manage this endeavor,

Ever.

And I’m afraid to play this song

What if she doesn’t sing along?

I don’t want to hear her apologize for leading me on.

How have you been? How has been school?

My day had been good, yours? cool.

Yes, you’re fantastic, I could stare are you for hours.

No, you didn’t ask it. I’ve been talking to the flowers.

And I’m afraid to play this song

What if she doesn’t sing along?

I don’t want to hear her apologize for leading me on.

You have the prettiest eyes, I really love your shoes.

Marry me tomorrow, at my funeral, pay your dues.

And I’m afraid of what she’d say

If she knew i felt this way.

Would someone dig a hole, and label it my grave?

I’ll be there.

And I’m afraid to play this song

What if she doesn’t sing along?

I don’t want to hear her, Sorry for leading you on.