We Each Have Our Own Little (or rather, big) Mountain

We close our eyes and spread our wings,

Gliding over deep red seas and purple trees.

Over hills and in through caves.

Coming to rest

At the foot of this mountain

Yet again.

This mountain

Made of broken dreams and goals we’ve never achieved.

Another View On Reality

I liked to pretend that I lived in a world

Where everything was right, and nothing was wrong,

Where everyone was happy and everyone was free.

I liked to think that I lived in a world

With fairies and mermaids and castles and dreams--

But now the string that pulls me back

Says otherwise.

Because this is reality.

This world filled with war, conflict, and death.

The scars on our race I cannot escape

Not matter how much I wish or pray.

Because this is reality.

Because We All Hate This Feeling

Fingers are poised above the keyboard.

Ideas burst in your mind.

No words.

Notes are laid before you.

The tune plays in your mind.

No music.

Every carefully laid out plan is

Perfectly set in your mind.

No action.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

The world waits and watches.

Nothing happens.

It’s time to let out

This pent up irritation

With no reprieve.