Hazy Acres

Those are the days

These are the ones 

It all stops making sense 

Seeing behind the mirrors 

Page 35 says this

Page 93 says that 

Different rhythms of someone else’s experience 

Are humans simply a byproduct of other humans 

We dictate to ourselves the expectations taught to us by someone else 

How cold to ponder

When in this truth all experience either matters 

Or is insignificant 

Could both share the same space 

If you are the reasons for me

And experience is actually significant 

How do we proceed without who we know ourselves to be 

Another reason to explore without real meaning 

Is this cold

Where does life fit in that space 

Since we see the end for what it is when we allow it 

Shouldn’t it make everything that much more significant 

And if this is to be so

Why is the human experience tortured 

An ugly beauty 

Why is love fickle and impossible to define 

Since we change our own patterns 

Even inside a value system programmed long ago

It shifts with someone else’s experience 

We change for it 

To a witness that wants to know to share 

Its daunting in the early hours

Restless

They said go live and just live for the sake of it 

Even if you have to carry a bag full of charms 

Wicked words that burn 

Beautiful seconds that make you cry 

For love is true even if it all ends 

Even in your children

But to hope that it remains when we are forever gone

Physically 

Is a map to the source of something greater

And I can’t take anyone or anything with me 

And I can’t unlearn how to feel so much

In this truth I can live regardless of meaning 

When I want more from nothing that is actually real

I can simply sit inside of it all 

Watching the showers of color 

The learning triangles of relations 

A sun and a moon and sky 

The soil

All the wandering and dreams and imagination 

Even if my mind has to look back on them 

Even when they fade from me 

Even when the new doors open 

You might think you spend hours and hours to make it somewhere else 

In your mind or body 

You’re already there

This is the show 

I ask the God of my choosing to reveal the self in me 

That can be a better version 

So that whatever is happening now or happened before

With all the scars and deliberations 

With all the intentions and hopeful love

With all the things that make us change as we change and change 

I can express that experience 

I can share that

I can serve the time that has been given to me with an open heart

Even if it has no meaning 

Even when it hurts

Even when the mistakes continue to inform my footsteps 

Even when I wish for things and don’t understand why 

Simple things in small segments which amount to the whole 

Is the universe saying hello 

Without knowing what that means without the thought of someones else 

To speak is to compare 

To think is to compare

Each other 

I wish to not be compared