don't you wake up some days & wander..
just wander and wonder..
"Where am I going?"
"What am I going to do?"
& its amazing, too..
that we try to figure out the ending without being sure of a beginning..
without looking at where we're going..
this isn't a poem that rhymes
or that tells time..
it doesn't make you cry, smile or sleep
it's one that speaks to your inner deep..
& when you're through thinking of what you will become..
I hope you think of where you are
& admire the stars that surround you
or the fire that enswarms you
or the dirt that lies beneath you..
because where you are is the start
that's what I thought..
enjoy this ride..
wave at the cannabalistic humans at your side
blow kisses at the thieves outside your window, please!
smile at the neighbors who disrespect you
& while you're at it.
you should try living, too.
the kind of living that makes you..
smile for hours.
laugh until dawn.
and kiss on your earth strong.
I am en route.
where are you?