let me fly

why do dreams like to flaunt
bobbing around in your face
daring you to take a swipe
but you think you won’t strike

why do dreams like taunt
with sparkling diamonds and dust
begging to be taken into your hand
so you can travel to unseen lands

why do dreams make you cry
when you try to attain them
when you feel like there’s only so much
you can do to make everything just

why do dreams make you smile
hoping with every little fiber in yourself
that they will someday find their way
straight to you so you don’t stray

why can’t those dreams be true
all on their own without any help
so all the pain you go through in trying
won’t end up in failing but instead flying

write the day away

the work day is done
my eyes are totally burning
fourteen hours of screens
of reading and more typing

writing, writing, writing
until my fingers can’t do anymore
putting together magic in pens
until my hand is too sore

i feel like all i do is write
there’s nothing wrong with that
after all, it’s something i love
and it gives me pats on the back

just when i think i’m all done
it is the end of the day
so i go to pick up my journal
and find i still have plenty to say

projects galore

photographs underway
writing on the pan
review, review, review
is what said the man

projects upon projects
working sometimes
through my sleep and
double time in half the time

love the rush, the thrill
of getting it off its feet
watching it fall together
so that I can finally eat

and sleep