the deep blue sea

The waters clear as can be. You could see for miles beneath it if you looked hard enough. Look beyond what is there into the soul of the earth and all those that have come before us on this ocean. Looking down I see a glimmer, from the moon perhaps, I can't be sure. It shines like the light of day and it is as if it is trying to reach out to me. Something or someone is trying to tell me something, but what it is I am not quiet sure yet. I keep looking, digging deeper into my own past, into the pasts of those I have known, and also looking deep into the lives of those people and places I have never seen. It is like staring into an abyss that just sucks in all existence, and traps it for all time. Who knows what lives beyond that abyss, most likely nothing, an empty space of souls all dragged deep below the sea long after there lives had past.

wind in my hair

Just want to drive away
far from here as we can go
wind in my hair
blowing freely as can be
let me leave this place
running free
down the highway we can go
not stopping
never looking back
how far till we cant see
where we came from no more
let me look back
one last chance
before i make it over there
that horizons coming closer
bring me to it if you can
let me make it
please dont crash it
one more day of driving done
leave this dead town
drive down the highway
just to see how far you ran

Sunny Days

Just wishing as of right now that I could be laying on that sunny beach with nothing to worry about except how much sand is going to creep into my bathing suit if i decide to get in the water. To just relax and let everything go. To be free of all that burdens us wherever it is that we may live. Instead let my mind go right to that beach, with a towel down and a drink to sip on and nothing but when my next drink will be coming to worry about. With the wind in my hair just cruising down the highway to make my way to that exact remote little spot is my ideal. If only everyday would be that easy. If only life could just lead everyday to that point of such relaxation that no matter what is thrown your way you can always go back to that one place to come back around to center.

ramble

The last i'd heard from him or her
the last i'd seen of them
had not been so long ago
although it could have been
one wouldn't know where they had gone
or why they left at all
it all seemed too conspicuous
for one to guess at all
if i were to know
and find out a thing
i could bring them back here
but then again why would we need
to place the past right here