Lost Wonderer / I am a mystery only love can unravel.
Discovered while staring at the bottom of a coffee-cup That I’ve spent too much time looking-up. That if your head is arched too high up in the clouds You can’t appreciate how much you have grown once you have forgotten the ground. I want to forget about stars. About things that fly. Skyscrapers. Superheroes. And God. …. I want to find magnitude in a molehill Hard work on an ant’s back Bad choice in an empty bottle Forgiveness in a person’s car wreck I want to see color in a blind man’s eyes. …. Tell me when it was when I forgot about simplicity. When I started to believe that someone who could do trigonometry in their head Mattered more than a 33-year-old man who finally learned how to live. …. We need to remember to go up to every person we see with scars Shake their hand and say Congratulations, You survived whatever it was that is…. …. Stop wishing on stars and start believing in ourselves again …. This world is a ticking time bomb Everyday that passes is just another moment less— …. I want to see my reflection in an eye of a fly No more stargazing. Waterfall wishing. Prayer giving. …. I’m starting to get a crook in my neck by starring in the clouds for too long I want to be inspired by heartbeats again Hold people like my favorite book Kiss the fat pimple on a teenager’s forehead and say I hope you don’t think this is a factor in how beautiful you are,…. Because it is not. …. …. Tell Michael Ray Stevens It doesn’t make you bad to be in love with a boy—…. Love is what makes us human….. Be happy that you feel something for someone—…. You’d be surprised how difficult that is for some….. …. I want to tell pilots to try swimming. That the sky is way too fucking beautiful for us to be in it, We need to come down from our high-horse. …. Tomorrow I’m going to travel Austin by crawling on my knees In hopes that when I stand back up I’ll see things differently. …. I’m done dreaming of astronauts The moon is a made-up romantic …. Put me in the pavement. Lie my carcass in the cracks. Let me be humbled by the power of speaking by the silent dance Of a deaf man’s hands …. Want to watch closely the movement of the lips of a mute Who wishes for nothing other than to hear the sound of his voice Visit a hospital and hold the hand of a woman in a comma dreaming About making love with her lover again …. The sky has nothing in it as interesting as the diversity of this earth, That is why I don’t care anymore about flying …. There is a reason the stars keep falling They are jealous of the things we get to see By just being here— On the ground.