Sonata

Spilling words like blood from vein

Flowing at an alarming rate

The theme remains the same

Even if I am simply 

Playing the same note over time

Maybe somewhere

Someone is hearing it

Hearing my note

To complete their song

Our serenade to the universe...

Possible

My apartment still feels more like a hotel room than home
and my hands feel like someone elses'
I walk through my days consumed by consumption
While time passes me by instead
I could be spending my life with purpose
Vision
There could be more than this
But instead
I sleep through it
Snooze the possibilities
and hide from the goodness
Inherent
In each day
If I'd just take a moment
To stop the distraction
and listen
The silence is deafening when you stop moving.

Endings

There is a funeral across the street

Steady stream of black clothing and hung heads

I wonder about the person inside

Wonder if any of the people really knew them

Wonder how long it will take to forget

And move on

Back to technicolor and smiles

Visions of a life not lived