Can't Take My Eyes Off of You.

Don Quixote didn't have a bad plan, did he?

He lived in his books. His books came alive. Life and dreams, they became the same.

Wouldn't that be something?

That's what I want, a lot of the time. I want my life and dreams to be the same. I want to blur the line. I don't want to know fact from fiction.

But that's not the way life is.

Not for me. Or you.

I'm glad it happened for someone, though.

Rain

Trust

Gravity pulls words from your mouth
Lays them on the ground
And watches as people step and slip all over

How funny. Isn’t that what you had planned all along?

Alphabet Soup

At least one other knows.

I won’t let the words set in behind the wall
When things become real, they leave and break and fail.
I can’t let you see inside at all
You might just realize my incapacity to feel.

What happens then, when you learn I’m a fraud?
That the smiles are fake and that I laugh at God?
Where are your words when they break through the cracks
Where will you run when I take off my mask?

I won’t let the words set in behind the wall
Because most words are fake, become plastic, and fall.
I won’t shine a light to help clear up the fog
Because when you see inside, you’ll see nothing at all.