What if I were truly alive?
Where would my energy take me?
What would I look like?
Who would I meet?
Why don't we just find out?

As a child
I dreamed I could fly
Faith as small
As a mustard seed,
They said

Does it work through us?
Or do we dream it?

I didn't fly
For fifteen minutes
Even though I dreamt it
And yet
Against gravity
I built a house
A car
A palm tree
A beautiful business

Who runs this show?
And what are my dreams worth?
Action?
Or Creation?

Creator, tell me I am more than a tool
Lest my thoughts be merely currents
In the windstorm of existence

Sweaty, half-smile
Made it a few miles
Ran some, inspired
Mixing it up slowly
A new being emerging
Ready for the glory
That was always mine

Music is
A solo experience
Like making love
A third person
Is just distracting
Why would I need more
Than me and my God?

But these minds tend to wander
So the variety of pulses
From unexpected directions
Have a nudging effect
On the conveyor belt to bliss

That great unknown
Summation of what we were not meant to experience
In this life
Only write about
Sing about
Wonder about

As natural as copulation
As powerful as a kiss
Life is the most curious intense passion
This side of the sun

And we get to be it

Close the door
And I’m
Intoxicated by your scent
Weak
My brain disconnected
You make me think in poetry
And dream in visions

What happened to not diminishing?
I see a bright light and I want to bask in it
When I should be growing in it

Happy to be
Back in the game
Never knew it was still played
After 30
Feeling inspired
Challenged
Delighted
Feeling alive
More like myself
Now to keep me
While letting you in
Love and not lose me again