Waking up without worries. Jumping out of bed with the sun and walking out of my little dirt shed bedroom. Walking across the ground so beaten grass no longer grows, just to scrap up breakfast. That's what I miss. When I had no responsibilities, nothing to do, and living an adventure every day.

Insignificant

A mass of flesh

Some dream

That must fill me

Oh morning

How you used to fill the night

So filling to the hunger

Of cries for companionship

What a thrill

Close enough to cover

My eyes and yet far enough

That I can't reach out for a touch

A steamboat in my faith

That I could topple

The trials of dark perdition

The flowers

They must bloom just for you

With the hopes

Of touching your beauty

No better words

Describe my solace

Knowing

You rise and fall

For another

I burn

To your touch

And fade away

As a candle

Leaves the dark

It's the memory

Buried in the thought

Of seeing the rest of the world

That keeps me

Selflessly dragging along

Is it that laugh?

On a summer's day,

Or pure attraction.

That binds me to you,

To forever stare

At the horizon