a place where we go.

i saw the sun beating down
over the rooftops
and i watched the river flow
i stood at the watchtower
and wondered
where the currents go

and as the river flowed
and the wind blew
it didn’t matter which way
as long as it knew

and people disagreed with others
and words tasted like lies
others drowned in the blues
of those who couldn’t say goodbye

and the fog kissed the ocean
under the bridge
and the currents laid low
and i stood at the watchtower
and wondered
where people go.

horizons.

Only when you’re
looking
at the waves
crashing on the shore
and the sun flirting
with horizon

that you realize
nothing’s bigger
with the power to
stretch that horizon
even further

but your thoughts.

Eternity

sip slowly on the
grainy bay, lean back
and look at the
infinite sky,
hear the horizon boast
of marking the end and
how the sun stretches
it to eternity.

then smile, knowing
that eternity is
at the bottom of your glass.

All the pretty smiles

all the pretty smiles,
and heads held high
they were
rotting away
in the bright texan sun

drowning themselves
in the ocean
of endless
insecurities

they were made of
star dust
and magic

magic, that
sadly
was only
visible to my eyes

If only they had believed me.