What If I...

What if I were somebody important,
Making big decisions onto big ideas.
What if I had the will to exceed in life,
Better than how I let myself be treated.
I could solve the world's problems.
I could save every dime.
I could save a race of humans,
Within one blink for each eye.
I could be a master of sciences.
I could be a general of militias.
I could be a saxophone player,
I could be head chef in a kitchen.
But I am none of those things,
I won't even try.
I'm just too picky,
And get bored very fast, every time.
I have no motivation,
I've lost the reason to groove.
Someone should push me,
But it's me who won't move.
I've let myself be satisfied with what I have.
The time I'll waste will be gone.
Tomorrow is a new day,
I can't stop singing yesterday's song.
I'm compelled to speak my mind,
Yet I have shut my mouth.
The last time was an outrage they said.
I didn't want to punish the crowd.
I don't know where to move from this feeling.
I'm sure one day I'll find
The reason to be again.
This I know is truth.
Just when will the time, be time.

Time and Change

I have seen the days go back and forth.
Yesterday became forever ago.
Today will become never more.
I wonder why time flies the way it does.
Yesterday I was doing so much.
Today I'm forced to do more than needed.
That struggle compiles on top of one another after the other.
The times change, and so does the mood.
My heart says to stay steady and to keep my ground.
The clock says to hurry it up, before all that time all lost.
I have paced up my work,
I have shortened my desire.
Tomorrow I think I will break free from those chains.
Let them rot in that old fire.
To reignite my life,
I will do more than I could imagine.
I will prepare myself for the worst,
But expect that sort of thing to not happen.
I won't wait for an opportunity,
But instead I will create one.
In doing so,
I will pass on my deeds to others,
I could use some help,
And maybe others might need some.
I don't need to live by the rules,
But I don't need to break so many.
I feel insecure at times,
But today I am ready.
I am ready.

A Train of Thought

I sit in my seat dreaming of things.
The way smells and sights used to be more than minute flings.
I sat around placing them all.
Any noise or sight would cause them to fall.
I could hear the waves of laughter in my ears,
But there were no children to be found.
No lives reaching out for a pause,
No questions about it, the drowning of sound.
I still sit there dreaming,
Walking through a fog.
A mist that took away the reality I lived in,
Placing me in a world of wild scenes and songs.
I sang to myself, then along with the wild.
They seemed extra quiet today,
Even with mouths wide open to see them screaming,
They were pleasantly mild.
Yet I still begin to dream again,
Walking to another mystery,
I lost myself today,
No place known in history.
No maps for guidance,
No footprints to follow.
I was lost in my mind.
I was lost in the time.
To stop now was cruel,
But the radio came on,
This was the end of that song,
The end of that day was near,
And I had twelve other places to wallow.
Could this be sorrow?
Perhaps the question will be answered tomorrow.