It's Good to be Back

Conscious once again.
It's good to be back.
   Returned to this Earth.
With its friend Luna and Sol and all its other OK neighbours

Suspend the urge to pass on
For the saddest fact I know,
is that I spend about a third of my one chance of life sleeping

I'll get plenty of that when I'm gone.

Inner Self

Sometimes the lines get blurry
at other periods in time they get lonesome.
Like the road she walked home on,

<never bring forth the inner self
>question the others' instead

Order of the Day

A word for the day; 

A word for the beat,

A word for the lights,

a word instead of melancholy

...hopefully.

The Hat

Put on the busy-guy hat
while the bleeps and bloops zoom by
Walk in the rhythm that was agreed upon
stretch out your back or hit the pavement
I can taste the metal in the air
and if you somehow bump into someone it is always their fault

That's what the news told me today.

A Stroll Through the Cold, Cold Night

Waiting in the cold, cold night
As the children's laughter has long gone
Though some small echos linger
and I have to move on.

The Mouse

Bleeps and bloops
loud fingers on a the keyboard
or maybe it's just the keys
While the mouse is as quiet as ever
just like the real ones.
You only ever hear a click or two.
The keyboard can't stop.
Though I've dreamt of stopping.

The Lily

Placed in a public space
With all the ambience of green sound
As well as plastic
And loud walks and talks.
Amidst sterile walls
Between the towering columns
Right besides the front desk
Down by the floor

there lies The Lily.