My eyes are open
To see what they missed
In four years.
They missed the traffic
The mountains
And the familiar faces
My ears listen
To hear what they missed
In four years.
They missed the birds
The cars
And the voices of many
My lips had forgotten
The delicious taste of
Ice-cream
My hands missed the handles
Of taxies and the key
To my unforgotten house
I missed a lot of things
While I was away
But I didn’t forget a thing.

I had a dream of you
Lying by my side
Whispering softly
With a smile you couldn’t hide.
I had a dream of you
Kissing me under the night sky
Holding my hands close to your face
In a way that made me wonder why.
I had a dream of you
Embracing me while I cried
When I was upset
For the fact that you had lied.
I had a dream of you
Leaving me in the rain
Saying good-bye
While I dealt with so much pain.
I had a dream of you
One last time
Before reality hit me
That you were mine

With only one chance to live
why not smile and believe
that something extraordinary
could happen.
Why not forget the worries
and forget the pain
and focus only on the spring breez.
Why not stop waiting
for a reason to make us smile,
why not smile even when it is raining.
We only live once
to make our dreams come true
so let it be with a smile
and not with a frown.

Stop dreaming,
the world is reality
not a dream.
Stop dreaming
for tomorrow to
mean more than it should.
Stop dreaming
for love when you
don’t know what it means.
Stop dreaming
for happiness to
knock on your door
while sadness is
already inside.
Stop dreaming,
dreams aren’t real.

I am waiting for a change
for excitement
and love.
I am waiting for someone
to finally notice me,
my talent and personality.
I am waiting for tomorrow
to be the day I rush
through the crowd
to get to you.
I am waiting
for my wings to open
and my soul to fly.
I am waiting for nothing
to turn into something
and for something to
be everything.

1:00-1:30
Time goes by so slowly
that I am suddenly aware
of every breath I take.
I am aware of every movement
followed by every sound,
yet I am beginning to fall asleep
within my own breath.
If I could I would change time
but I am powerless over time.
And sadly time has power over me.

A traveler walked
in the desert, lonely and tired
from day to night.
He looked for answers,
for a spirit that would guide him.
By evening
his body was sore,
by night,
he had found something:
his identity.
Mirth is a Peacock
Mirth is a peacock
It has beauty-
It has pleasure-
Ah, too, it has a treasure.

I don’t want to be the only one
on the foggy roads
silently walking
with no destination in mind.
I don’t want to be the only one
looking up at a cloudy sky
thinking why no rain comes by
and staring at nothing but
clouds so high.
I don’t want to be the only one
walking down a hallway
where there is silence
in the air
and nothing to excite me
while I glare.

I am not shy
I have something to say,
I can be quiet but
I have something to say.
Words are really powerful,
they can hurt
they can heal
they give us something to feel.
I like to say what’s on my mind,
express,
but cannot find the right words
Within my mind.
Let me think,
Let me make up my mind,
I am not shy
I have something to say.

We are the puppets,
they are the owners
who move us around
and pretend to give us
what we want.
They start a war
they shoot innocents
they hang
they kill
they do whatever it takes
to keep their power.
We hear
we watch
we let them
move us around.