It's time to get up
too late
bell rang
tone still drones
from down the hall
the peaks lookin good
not much left to do
grab my boy down the street
get some timmies and eats
the window cracked
lets the smoke relax
a winding road
up the never ending hill
to chair lifts and powder
hidden in trees
time to todd

Just Wait

Sometimes waiting for the perfect sound

it's exactly what must be done.

seems like the right tone will kick start the mind

hitting the mark for expression or shitty remarks.

What comes next will likely become more the latter

couch

Do you often sit there wondering what else there is
where else you may go and when you may get there
When nothing is good enough
you think you need more
it cannot be sated until you're gone
far from what lies behind
no home in a home but a dangerous mind
lets be kind enough to the rest though
no one person to blame, not fairly nor justly
growing up silver lining is all that is true
to naive perhaps or still seeing through all the bullshit
easy to make transparent what you can't see
growing older silver lining is what you must seek
every up has its down, every good deeds a bad one
to some one
but forget the realistic, all seeing eye
know that there's bullshit, and hate, and lies
know that there's pain, and suffering, and loss
know that it's okay to be lost.
Go wander, go stray
seek the future and find the bright side to the up side
turn the darkest thing over to find four leaf clovers
it's silver that's brightest
so think about it, your Alive.