Lazy Saturday
Cool drink in my right hand
Sunscreen in my left
I devour this sunlight
Like a fat kid eating a cupcake
Relaxation,
Ah…
It is sweet
My mind has no worries
There is no drama
Or pain
This is simplicity at its finest
Reality is not
See, reality is a fake, a lie
And I hate being lied to.
Sitting here
Soaking up the sun
Through my SPF sixty
Is way better then my true life trouble
Fuck the world and all its impurities
They cannot block my absent-mindlessness today
I’m on cloud nine
Or ten, or eleven…
No one will bring me down
Not my past, my present, my future
Troubles and toils and drama
That will come
My way
No way
Not today
I’m higher than the moon
Higher than Mars,
Higher than Snoop Dogg on a Friday night
I’m so chill
With a cool drink in my right hand
And sunscreen in my left
And the sand between my toes
And a bright yellow umbrella
Over my head
The world is erased from my thoughts
This is my haven
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Reassurance is Key
Through my eyes, I see perfection
A fine work of god’s art
Through your eyes, you see a place to salvage what sanity you have left
A safe haven
And through the eyes of others, we seem like a perfect fit.
So come on in, sit down
Let’s talk about this, us
Your past, our present, the distant future
Can I get you anything besides the promise of a courteous smile?
Don’t worry about time, dear
For time only exists in our minds.
Throw it out the window like a fastball
I promise I won’t swing for the fences
Let this conversation be your beat to my rhythm
Continuous
Flowing
And not ever knowing
That this could be our last improvising dialogue
Because we are already growing apart
But wait
A silver sliver of sparkling hope
Shines through the damned
Illuminating the connection between us
And lighting a fire once again underneath our dirty, mud soaked Vans
Rekindling a wave of emotions shared by both parties
How long will this roller coaster last?
Will it start with a hill and end with a drop?
Or will it end on flat ground, giving no excitement to scream at?
I can’t tell you; this is my first ride aboard the thrill machine
And I’m certain I’m nervous
But your soft brown eyes tell me there is hope for a good time
No matter how long it lasts
And I can tell that you will hold my hand as we ascend to the top
Hoping it’s not that big of a fall
I can hear it in your voice
When you tell me good morning everyday
That you want this to be easy
But easy, like time, also doesn’t exist
However mediocre, hard, and holy-shit-that’s-ridiculous do exist
And I’m hoping we can make it through with a low level of difficulty
Like the time when I fist played Call Of Duty.
Right now, all I can say is
Don’t worry
We can do this
And for the sake of maintaining,
We will believe it.
